Kate Greenstreet

Unexpected meetings occur in a forest,
on a mountain,
by the sea.
I shook hands with the men.
I'm disappearing.
in me
is disappearing.
So. Is that a yes?
Some of us have taken off our wigs.
The immense, the colossal weight
of our hope. Sex is part of it.
Do you think Iím pretty?
[The future will present itself with unimaginable
ruthlessness. But we can guess.]
Copyright © 2010 by Kate Greenstreet. Used with permission of the author.

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