I am painting my fingernails, toenails, dark red <br />curling my hair in the late afternoon <br />looking in the refridgerator with a black tanktop <br />and no panties. <br />And now? <br />She asked me once in a mood the shape of this <br />face his face her room that she never let <br />anyone in. <br /> <br />The milk carton has lipstick prints on the <br />edge but my mouth is dry <br />naked teeth <br />my words are bare.<br /><br />Jessica Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-now-2/
