poeticseduction
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
to start.
I begin with a backwards cartwheel, into the open rain.
As it lashes fury that we know has nothing to do with me,
My dress flares, bounces up around my waist
and I am exposed.
The rain abruptly halts
and I am embarrassed.
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