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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SELF-CONTAINED VIEW: 'I AM A WOMAN,', by JANE MILLER Poet's Biography
First Line: I said. I was drunk. I sat in t-shirt and shorts and basked
Last Line: Destructive. We make ourselves live.
Subject(s): Alcoholism & Alcoholics; Relationships; Seduction; Women
First Line: I said. I was drunk. I sat in t-shirt and shorts and basked
Last Line: Destructive. We make ourselves live.
Subject(s): Alcoholism & Alcoholics; Relationships; Seduction; Women
I said. I was drunk. I sat in T-shirt and shorts and basked
in the illusion of time to myself. I had a great figure
in clothes where my small scars were hinted at. People watched
as they observe themselves sometimes, say, peeling an orange,
o isn't this sensual they think in an adult circumspect way.
Lips are popular. We groan into their part, that russet
brown, o o that russet that, ah. Once in South America
someone screamed eat me in a respectable hotel lobby. Oh those
Spanish boys knew what she meant. In the elevator. I have to
prolong this because women like it that way. Only three men
have ever spoken to me about failure. Inside my hazel eyes,
blue and green flares shoot off, impossible to detect unless
you love me. And didn't everyone then: drinking warm Bordeaux,
I held their hands. So many insisted on being included so
who was I to renounce them. We make ourselves sick. I was
drunk when I arrived and am cold now. So little of me is
destructive. We make ourselves live.
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