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gold flecks
by Angela Thomasi still paint my nails. every three days. i still brush my hair. i comb it slowly
and deliberately. i iron it flat. i still slip my arched feet into warm leather
heels. i still pull the hem of my pants down over the heel. i button my shirt
and stand up the collar. i still rouge my lips with a soft tint. it doesn't rub off
easily. i still buy two pieces of chicken. a full head of lettuce. too much
dressing. i still feel the need to have four plates. 16 pieces of flatware. 10
stemware riedel glasses. i still fall asleep alone. i hold a little pillow that
smells of youth and be delicious perfume. i still listen to the same old love
songs. even the ones that i thought were ours. i still curl my hand on the
subway rail. the cold, cold subway rail. i still stare at the stars. i still believe
you're staring at them too. i still love you. even though it never stopped
hurting. i still do. 07/23/2006 Posted on 07/24/2006
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 09/02/08 at 11:35 AM Congratulations on POTD Angela! |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/02/08 at 12:29 PM this is beautiful, angela. i love the line breaks - they really add a haunting tone. congrats on POTD. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/02/08 at 03:58 PM Congrats on POTD! I am quite drawn in by the matter of fact listing of your activities. It is like a continuing on in an almost mechanical manner, dealing with a deep loss. I like it. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 09/02/08 at 10:02 PM a wonderful window blinking in the night. thank you. |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 09/03/08 at 01:29 PM Hey Angela, read this yesterday as POTD and wanted to say, wow, nicely done. You know you're reading poetry when you can feel your heart lurch in sympathy. This is great. |
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