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Kansas State
Touchstone Literary Magazine 2013

Shannon Brooks

Poem: "Laced" pp. 47

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LACED

 

i.

 

In contempt of Reason,

her corset, pulled tight with zeal –

A costumed serpent stealing breath.

Her bosom would chafe, she knew

and her narrow waist would ache.

Pain – the price, to earn a cavalier nod.

Nocturnal hands were sure to follow

undoing her arduous efforts.

 

ii.

 

The flesh around her orbital bone

shined again – Purple,

what used to be her favorite color.

She stirred.

A bitter almond steam rose from the soup.

It spun, mimicking the crooning vinyl

tracks, to cover her own.

Expectant hands waited.

Those hands.

They would be still soon.

 

iii.

 

Smooth airbrushed pages taunt her;

Distorted reflections do the same.

On the menu today: dry toast, one slice.

The numbered ribbon hugs her waist,

no change since yesterday.

Cherished companions come to aide,

one right, one left.

Slender digits secure them tightly

with dainty knots and bows.

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