TANGERINE LADY
she slouches on a leather couch
blond hair falling onto a silk blouse
a lady stares from behind a wall of
glass... nods hello.
she sinks into her own safe world
free here, no one cares about her
bleached blond hair, lipstick the
color of a tangerine...
long slender legs - cross, spikes fall
off exposing painted toenails.
American Health opened on her
lap, and a pack of Salem’s - to her left
each Friday at nine she waits, for him...
slept together beneath a full moon,
made violent love,
she called his name, reaching a climax.
He never knew.
She set the table for breakfast,
wanting to be his bride.
The woman protected by glass watches
a Tangerine Lady as she snaps her gum.
The office door opens, she stands - knowing
her secret loves watches as she bends,
her secret lover watches as she bebds a
little further, her skirt tight - now
lifting the Salem’s which fell to the
floor.
Tangerine Lady smiled, passing the
woman no longer protected by glass.
"Trash." The Tangerine Lady states.
handing the girl once protected by a
shield of glas, takes the wad of gum -
heaves it into a circular can.
When she leaves, the girl behind the
glass reminds her of Monday -
Tangerine Lady smiles - and whispers,
"He already bought the tickets. . ."
Nancy Duci Denofio
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