.................................
Anne Marie
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divorce brought her city
maturity to dull bungalow
hell pastel suburb one
ticket town to my
high school one grade 10
seat behind my own

too big too bold to blend
with anorexia peer pressure
cooked trendy pastel girls
her hair drooped long
and greasy into smudged
black bloodshot eyes

she sold me her Beatles
Abbey Road for 5 bucks
needing money to buy
temporary escape out of
boredom but for absolutely
free she taught me to smoke

curb sitting student parking
lots of leather grimy faces
and smoke delicious and
shrouding blue grey no
pastels no halos
just cool and hot

Player's Light regulars
held between first two
fingers spread as lips
love suck cheeks sink
the brown sweet weedy
taste deep and hold tight

my mouth my lips my
excitement too wet
i'll ruin the filter
she laughs a husky loud
throaty boozy noise
keeping my attention rapt

Ann Marie got enough sold
everything worth anything
money to leave my boredom
and move back to Montreal
her largeness her loudness
never missed by the pastels

.................................
Karen Hussey
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Copyright © Karen Hussey
March 1996

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