Acting Out: A Dream / Michelle Lepori

Upon closer inspection, her lips dark

from shadow play cast by curtains

of red curls and window pane glasses,

were alligator skin green.

 

Were they larger, I would kill her

and fashion a coin purse—but not to hold

change, her lips too loose

to keep value. She was a theatre

 

of truth.  Her demands to act now!

I heard in a hush, as if we were being

watched. I stared at this dream woman,

at her captured youth, framed many times,

 

her celebrity hung on the wall like rope from trees.

Published by ericorosco

Eric Orosco is 25 years old and tired of waiting for things to happen on their own.

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