blonde strands as venetian blind,
one eye looked out over past the covers,
placed deeply under her chin, almost to a light choke.
decidedly, she opened
both eyes into halo admitting slits.
the brown skinned body angled slightly
toward the window made the first moment
of waking sight accosting—
intriguing. a tinge of guilt for being voyeuristic
tried to bubble up, as in the way societally trained
people perform manners
with plasticine precision.
large and full—deceptively fantastic
bent over, tightened in
accentuated to noteworthy;
all can be plastic when eyes aren't open.
‘she’s right, when she has a guy fucking her from behind
they really are in luck,’ she recounts,
closing shut and scoots her own ass
a few inches,
her bed to herself
alarm reset, most likely to be ignored
to set her into a purposeful lazy sense of panic.
‘i only feel this way after...’
snooze...baggy black dress, deodorant
in sedimentary layers, as too the mascara,
bobby pins, red pens, whatever, showers
have been optional this week.
twenty minutes late,
unabashedly related to humidity
and heavyish platforms;
a different dirty monday.