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MARILYN HATES ELASTIC Sure it shows off what every- one is hot for her to show off, outlines each curve of her breasts and thighs, neon- izes her ass like slicker, giving her lips that moist, I-want-you glow when really she just wants to curl up in a sweatshirt, watch light on marble go from guava to peach to chardonnay and china berry. From the 27th floor the boxes could be tombstones, could be the box she's in, even less give than the elastic she feels tighten, a tourniquet. The rose in her cheeks men think is longing is her capillaries' blood breaking out from what held them as, if she couldn't be free, her blood would be. |
