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48 B lue A ir Lauretta 1. You saw me across a crowded room, recognized your pinnacle of womanhood in my bowed head, faltering step, stammered, “I’m sorry”, while a man spilled wine on my neck and breasts. You came to me, adored my yellow dress over many Coronas. I lapped compliments from the floor around your feet, licking them from your boots, running off the porch, eating one out of the dirt. I licked my way into your life. You said, I love you, on cue, like an actor. I trembled at those words and dropped limp. 2. We ride out of town, my horse trailing yours, nose to tail. You are wanted for murder of a girl with a throaty laugh. Her bones clickety clack all day. I ride behind you, cook stew, water horses, rub you down. You’re an angel, you say. I want my angel title, keep doing angel things, become more transparent daily. I hold up my hands and see skirts through them. 49 K ate G ale 3. You walk over hills like John Wayne. I crawl from window to window looking out at a world too bright for my eyes. I hear you talk about your old lady in the kitchen, the bedroom, your voice caving in around me, until in the cave, there is just your voice, my head, your voice in my head, and my bones going clickety-clack. ...

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