Upon their faces
marks of worry
of weather
a simpering parsimony of words
In her face
the confidence of sexual power
(or only a mirage of
sexual power—
for there is too much
coy questioning about it
do you like me
my clothes, my hair?)
And this
still within
the formality of marriage,
the rude intimacy of it.
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Onward!
Yes, it's snowing, but you know what--Max loves the snow! And the way he lifts his head in wonder to look at the sky and then races arou...
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