24 April 09
Velvet Women
For Ivy and in memory of Bobette
They clung together through
the soft rocking:
the boat and the gin
while the men on deck
smoked and laughed and
coursed.
The tears and slobber
[o those violet eyes]
my baby, gone. my baby.
it was a night
to remember
[her name is was Liz]
and forget
[my unborn had no name]
The pain of it, the
misery
the shame
sloshing in the bilge
slapping the side
the hangover next day
and through it all
two women, adrift, bereft.
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Thank you, Pica. Big grin here — wow! :)