eve
gunpowder-blue, walls shelter the bed, milk-sheets and a zippo click, as the cigarette glows.
a jessica-rabbit-gown on the floorboards, caramel wrappers congealing in his pockets
and her shampoo dragging lilac through the window, streetlights steady blonde beneath the black-eye-sky.
is this really what you want?
he spins the lighter on the sill, lilac smoke bleeding from his lips.
she pulls the sheet across her breasts, milky hands and clean nails.
don’t pretend you’re the one being hurt.
this isn’t a play, sweetheart.
he rubs lipstick from his neck and glances at her gown, remembering how very soft it felt.
she leans against the bed-head, blonde hair wrapping her throat in gentle fingers, eyes flat as boards.
god, you’re a prick. haven’t you had enough?
he stares out the window, exhales.
she wraps the sheets round her feet.
- Ashley Capes 2008
Ashley co-founded Egg(Poetry) in 2002 and is working on an pdf magazine holland1945. He is currently studying Arts and Education
at Monash and 'sings' for his band kingfit. His first collection of poetry
is 'pollen and the storm' (2008.)
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