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| You lit a cigarette, and I watched the smoke mushroom out of your mouth and float in a low haze. You rapped your thumb on your collar bone and shifted the comforter over your feet. I watched you pinch your fingernails together like tweezers and peel a thin callus from your palm. I pried the bobby pins from my hair. One by one they snagged on single strands, and I extracted them from the mats like burs stuck to a wool sweater. I rested my head against yours and thought maybe you were angry because I slapped your ass with the spatula at work, or because I cancelled our subscription to the Times, or because I'm like a cat and you a newborn baby. When I curl my body around you, I smother you in my fur. copyright 2001, Holly Clark |
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