Spinster

Underneath piles of wedding lingerie,

dented brass dreams, rusted with disappointment,

Under faded images of strong, handsome men with

perfect teeth

and silvery lace dusted with loneliness,

I find

quivering flesh, new and wet,

excited to grow and stretch into its glory,

free of fingerprints, collars or gold-band chain links

free to spill wonderful, wingspan possibilities

all over the horizon,

leaving admirers behind.

(c) Regina Rodriguez, December 2003

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