Elaine sat
on her bed
her plump hands
in her lap
palms upward
wondering
which lines there
was the life
and which was
the love line,
she'd read it
in some place
on a page
in her mum's
magazine,
which her mum
had left there
for Elaine
to study
about girls
and bodies,
periods,
the naming
of each part,
with a line
like a thin
black arrow
showing there
what was what.
What she saw
made her blush
and quickly
turned the page
to see where
her love line
or life live
was on her
upturned palm.
The bold word:
******
stuck in her
mind like glue;
like having
a brand new
item in her
plumpish palms,
turning round
with fingers
anxiously
not knowing
what to do.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 2:14 PM UTC
Elaine sat
on her bed
her plump hands
in her lap
palms upward
wondering
which lines there
was the life
and which was
the love line,
she'd read it
in some place
on a page
in her mum's
magazine,
which her mum
had left there
for Elaine
to study
about girls
and bodies,
periods,
the naming
of each part,
with a line
like a thin
black arrow
showing there
what was what.
What she saw
made her blush
and quickly
turned the page
to see where
her love line
or life live
was on her
upturned palm.
The bold word:
******
stuck in her
mind like glue;
like having
a brand new
item in her
plumpish palms,
turning round
with fingers
anxiously
not knowing
what to do.
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