Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Some May Demur
Corsaged,the sweep of hair
back from your brow
& row upon row
of unfumbled buttons
A rescued grimness
perches on your three-quarters face
Overpreened plumage
of bouffant sleeves
& pintucked pleats
The air in the room
suspends
a drift of talcum
When the century mounts
will you complete your turn
to face it
From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008
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