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Like a hot moist cloth
across the face and shoulders,
a tightening of the chest,
feels like a ribbon
must be the muscle and tenon
there above the
hollow at the center
and the nervousness of the knees
arched ankles
about to pivot
head down at the neck
uncomfortably so
the same image
over and over
as bullets of regret
riddle the face
and tears fall
partly cloudy
scattered showers
crying until Wednesday
after the break
a look at what
the weekend holds in store.
Jill, back to you.
© Chagall, 2013
