Thursday, October 16, 2008

Parking Lot

(Written at age 19.)

Standing in a grey parking lot,
Staring through my reflection in a dark window,
Where lazy drops form arboreal streams.
My shoulders squared,
My breasts huffed.
Few strands of hair riding the air above my face.
Hands clasped behind my hip,
Feeling nothing but the arch of my lower back,
Call for you.

No comments: