Joan Stepp Smith


Soon, out the womb 'down there' is nuance.
It guides you, like a legality, like your own breathing
in and out of overtone, hardcore hodgepodges,
those inklings near sacrosanct beyond breakfront
negligees and neo-negligence leading the good life.
Isn't it romantic? Wasn't it morbid? Watching
the cleaning girl rush to catch his car,
her fine boned feet skipping down the stairs
after him, after he's left your bed still damp,

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