Friday, June 4, 2010

Five Lines at Twenty

Fine Lines at Twenty

By 11 AM, run the day’s makeup off
Soothe, the metal on the roof of your mouth
White noise of nothing
She apologizes, half resentfully
I still want to die
Under the blanket of yellow and white crochet fence
I am practically Franny Glass


-Frances Luatriste lives in the suburbs of Toronto with two
 kitties. She blogs at mirrorandmoon.livejournal.com

1 comment:

Gerry Boyd said...

wow. this says a lot and very efficiently too. i like the bends of syntax and meaning. bravo!