Now her hands are empty not a ring or a bracelet bare as God made them and I wonder really, I thought that was so cute Queenie blushes just a brush of sunburn it's a real **** affair This struck me as funny that makes no difference with a big summer colony out on the Point women mapping their legs I began to feel sorry for them they couldn't help it
Eraser poem created from a selection of A&P; by John Updike