my mother spoke often i would watch the air behind
her s
h
i
f
tthe sound
became the white of the wall
a pretty woman i looked nothing
like her
then then that was then
[now] [there] [there.......]
i had legs like a thouroughbred
they b
ent at the knees they could be prop er
but
they (preffered to) spread
i had moved from
her voice
she had moved from her voice (it had
been removed from her)
a phone is p
last
ic
a rem(a)inder of its [dial] tone
Author notes
for what ever dirty-pretty is... this is my interpretation.
delete from contest if necessary.
A contest entry
- Dirty Pretty--x by xstarvingartist.
700 points, ended September 25, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
