Between puffs
of cigarette smoke,
she flat-irons regret
with the heaving rise
and fall of her chest.
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2 comments:
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.
I really enjoyed this poem. The image hit me hard.
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