Texas cracked my youth, like a plate in an angry kitchen, as I kept looking behind me, for some sign, or marker rising- To fathers who waited for phone calls, ringing
I once stripped nights away with silks wrapped in all the correct places; Never advertising, simply suggesting. Manicured to a sharpness that cut passersby, my entrance whispered.
The effect of resonance is a sipping of her, sipping of here, sipping through hands; hands, cupped bone as years pour scores in an over flowing rhythm. It is a diaphragm of breathe, bathing
Poetry inspired by the true story of "The Magdalene Laundries" http://www.magdalenelaundries.com/