Susie dresses in the attic;
she has washed quickly
with cold water in the
enamel bowl. Polly is
dressing on the side
of the room. Susie
watches her in the
dressing table mirror.
Kissed her shoulder
while she slept. Pressed
lips gently. If old cook moans
at me again, Polly said,
I'll stick her head in saucepan
for fecking dinner. Temper
on her. Glad she never felt
the kiss. Hurry up and dress
you lazy cow, Polly chided,
got the fires to do before
they get up. Polly is dressed,
wipes a dampened hand over
her hair. Will I do? Susie nods
and ties her apron strings.
Yes you'll do nicely. Close
to me. If only you would.
Polly leaves the room.
Susie gazes at the bed you
and me there if we could.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Susie dresses in the attic;
she has washed quickly
with cold water in the
enamel bowl. Polly is
dressing on the side
of the room. Susie
watches her in the
dressing table mirror.
Kissed her shoulder
while she slept. Pressed
lips gently. If old cook moans
at me again, Polly said,
I'll stick her head in saucepan
for fecking dinner. Temper
on her. Glad she never felt
the kiss. Hurry up and dress
you lazy cow, Polly chided,
got the fires to do before
they get up. Polly is dressed,
wipes a dampened hand over
her hair. Will I do? Susie nods
and ties her apron strings.
Yes you'll do nicely. Close
to me. If only you would.
Polly leaves the room.
Susie gazes at the bed you
and me there if we could.
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