Friday, June 22, 2007

The Secret Lives of Women

You have to go through
a river to get to it

she can tell the colors
of yarn just by touching them

on the water slide she learns
something new

the pavement outside the courthouse
is smeared with three colors of lipstick

in the Belgian fashion district,
the croissants taste like
their fathers’ boots

Grandma knows something
unusual is going on, but only
whispers into her palm

the rainbow at the rim
of the glass
dangles from their fingertips

in the remake of this movie,
we see the sky is actually
getting lighter

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