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   Excerpt from The Cassini
Satellite Tonight the bus is unusually responsive--brakes crisp, tires gripping--jockeying lane to lane so smoothly your passengers forget they're moving as they turn to talk over the seats, high heels dangling out into the aisle, teeth bright with vodka and the lemon rinds they pull from clear Baggies in their purses. Some stand, hanging loosely from overhead handles, wrists looped in white plastic straps, smiling as their bodies lean unnaturally far with the curves. Off-balance, half-falling, this position has its advantages: hips flare and sway behind you, ribs thumb their way through fabric, and this it seems is the view you've grown used to, daring you to touch, poised to knock you down. |
The Ph.D/MA Faculty at Florida State University R.M. Berry
CWP Selections: The
Cassini Satellite
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