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Some Things (Free verse) by Christof
Today she is sure she saw a smirk Briefly pucker the librarian's lips And not because the books on bridge, Baking and babies are overdue But because last year the same young girl Smirked to fine her seven pounds For the late return of Anais Nin. Funny, she thinks, I can't recall The words or the cover but I can still draw The woody smell that spiced his sweat, The tint of the skin of his fingers glowing On the page, and those long lie-ins. Her thumb skirts around her new wedding ring. Now, as before, she says to the girl You know how easy it is to forget Some things.

Up the ladder: The Elephant Olympics
Down the ladder: Lucky's Day

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Posted: November 7, 2002 1:40 AM PST; Last modified: November 7, 2002 1:40 AM PST
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[8] Nicholas Jones @ | 7-Nov-02/4:21 AM | Reply
I'm sat in a library now. Books are very sensual things. Things are not as they appear to be.
I particularly like the contrast between the wholesomeness of bridge and baking and the wickedness of Ms Nin.
[9] INTRANSIT @ | 7-Nov-02/6:46 AM | Reply
Boy are the girls gonna love this! I see what you mean about compressing lines together. I think I can afford to do that. Oh how I wish I could relate to all that goes on here. I can read though, I suppose that gives me an advantage. Nice work, as usual. I forgot that libraries can be sensual.(Thanks N.J.) Gotta work on my piece about an old building I "loved" when I was younger. Interestins swap of characters here too. I'll round up.
[9] god'swife @ | 7-Nov-02/8:12 AM | Reply
Your so subtle and as you say, a side-liner, a spectator. The books she's returning as symbols of her new found domesticity, are brilliant. I love all the small details found here. I wonder what would you see, if you could scrutinize me?
[n/a] Christof @ > god'swife | 7-Nov-02/8:26 AM | Reply
I wouldn't dare scrutuinize you, Mrs G. That would be most discourteous. You're lucky that you're in America where I can't see you!
[9] <~> @ | 7-Nov-02/8:44 AM | Reply
beautiful! it's a good thing you're across the pond indeed, christof.
[n/a] Christof @ > <~> | 7-Nov-02/8:46 AM | Reply
I'll take that as a compliment, z.
[9] <~> @ > Christof | 7-Nov-02/8:48 AM | Reply
ahem. words woo well,c.
[n/a] Christof @ > <~> | 7-Nov-02/8:49 AM | Reply
I'm a silver-tongued devil, and no mistake
[n/a] poetandknowit @ > Christof | 7-Nov-02/9:12 AM | Reply
You will always be the bald headed birdman to me.
[10] razorgrin @ | 7-Nov-02/11:51 AM | Reply
wow. simply amazing.
[8] anitawit @ | 9-Nov-02/12:47 PM | Reply
I must say, I enjoyed reading the comments as much as the poem.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ > anitawit | 30-Dec-02/4:14 AM | Reply
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ | 30-Dec-02/4:13 AM | Reply
you like the word 'pucker'
[n/a] Christof @ > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 2-Jan-03/3:52 AM | Reply
You're right, I do. I'll have to start using it less. Thanks for pointing it out!
[n/a] ==Doylum @ > Christof | 2-Jan-03/5:33 PM | Reply
oh my dear handshandy your not the big tongued kitchen freak in disguise are you?
[10] EAger to Offend @ | 13-Jul-03/4:14 PM | Reply
Where can I get your book? I can't stop reading your stuff and the computer screen is killing my eyes!
[10] abecedarian @ | 2-Sep-03/1:46 AM | Reply
[10] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ | 18-Oct-03/5:42 PM | Reply
A lovely yarn. Masterful poetry.
[8] whispern_smoke_wisp @ | 9-Mar-05/3:44 PM | Reply
i like this i do - but one comment - be more specific when you say she - it was a little confusing at times as to whether you were discussing the librarian or the girl.......

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