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When A Woman Goes Astray
by June LabyzonWhen a woman goes astray,
there's no telling where she's been
where she will go.
She lifts her tattered skirt
dances on worn down heels
in a cramped one room flat.
The morning sun
accentuates the dust
that spreads in little
pleasure patters across
the dresser mirror.
When a woman goes astray,
talk of wrinkles and crows feet
from youthful faces tinged
with irony, boils in her brain.
She combs the silken silver
strains over the crevices, peers
out of the hard hollow shells.
lies on the hard mattress
in the cramped room,
basking in the ferocious
colors of once.
Sex was never meant to
be solo.
11/19/2012 Posted on 11/20/2012
Copyright © 2024 June Labyzon
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/20/12 at 04:57 PM Every line devastates. Awesome. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 11/20/12 at 05:47 PM Damn. Powerful and well done. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 11/22/12 at 10:04 PM i love this and the last line resonates so... thanks~ |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/15/13 at 01:24 PM if going astray means that we, your devout readers are made a gift of such a fine work as this, then, all I can suggest, Junebug, although it is eternally selfish of me to say, is never cease going in that direction. |
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