(no subject)
She set down her spoon
aghast at the ghost-like quality of her hand
wrinkles and veins had invaded her oil of olay preparations
no mirror had preparaed her for this struggle
no words of wisdom could breathe life into her shaking limbs
If there is heaven
there will be divans and men-in-waiting
there will be sweet iced tea in pewter goblets and the
tinkle of a girl's laughter
that never, ever ages.
aghast at the ghost-like quality of her hand
wrinkles and veins had invaded her oil of olay preparations
no mirror had preparaed her for this struggle
no words of wisdom could breathe life into her shaking limbs
If there is heaven
there will be divans and men-in-waiting
there will be sweet iced tea in pewter goblets and the
tinkle of a girl's laughter
that never, ever ages.