Ivona Sophia

A Wild Woman

Poem by Ivona Sophia

she’s glancing at the reflection
in the mirror, at the same place
(from the beginning of time and paint) ,
holding her images even when she’s not
there. merging with an old, fat sofa
on three legs and an artificial one made
of a few criminals and one dictionary
growing thicker with dust and thicker skin
from fresh remorse. while putting on
a new pair of nylons, she’s inhaling
another chapter of a soap opera life.
armed with blood-red lipstick and a twenty
dollar bill, she is out for bingo.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 2, 2006