Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Between puffs
of cigarette smoke,
she flat-irons regret
with the heaving rise
and fall of her chest.


writerwoman said...

I picture,while reading this, a woman in the fifties-stuck in her life as a homemaker. And then a woman in present day, just as stuck in her life of working and trying to keep her personal relationships going.

Deborah Vatcher said...

I really enjoyed this poem. The image hit me hard.