OSCILLATING
I see myself
in the elongated mirror playing
tic-tac-toe with red lipstick,
Xs and Os over my skin
slick with summer heat,
oscillating fan sweeping my mood
back and forth my weight on each bare foot,
skinny as I want,
wanting to run naked down the hallway
into the street where cell phones wait
to take my picture and broadcast it singing
loud
I'm seriously ready
for someone to massage me with a cover of smoke.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
DARKNESS
Down
the street
distant
someone
playing
the piano
sweet
and sad
for
the city
dying
slow
within itself.
* Anita McQueen runs the LA streets at night, feeling the wind against her face and long shadows on her back.
