Brigit's Flame Entry: Heavy

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  REINCARNATION

She has a memory
of a former life:

of women with long skirts
  and low bodices
  or ruffled Elizabethan collars;
of herself,
  a young girl,
carrying a tray of cakes among them
to set before her mother,
  the red-brocaded
  Queen of Hearts.

She thinks of it,
as she shaves her legs
  in the bathroom sink;
and again,
   from the bed,
as she watches the shifting ashiness
  of the evening
listening to the heaviness of his footsteps on the stairs.