the woman was like exposed brick—
cool to the touch and a little rough.
the outlines of her shoulders and calves formed uneven lines and ridges.
you could see where life had left marks
scabs and scars.
sometimes I wanted to cover her up
tell her Christ!
nobody wants to see that
to see the ugliness of old age.
and once she pushed me away,
told me it wasn't true.
she was smooth and seamless
a dulcet hum
peripatetically wandering through
a lifetime of people
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