ten.
Look at them --
What am I reminded of?
Gangly and smooth they move with
All elbows,
All knuckles and knees
As children do
Or perhaps certain beasts.
Stretching their talons over
Rogue bits of lettuce
From off each others' other-
Wise untouched plates
Oh the glamour!
Oh the emaciated appeal
Of swiftly floating corpses sheathed
In silk
That would appear
To grace this old cafe
With a steely starved guise
Rimmed in milky film
Reeling in so many lecherous eyes with
Labored movements, drugged
Lethargic glee
How each feeds
The other!
Do forgive my inferior flesh
In the presence of such
Fair wisps of smoke
These, surely
Are two Women.
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