Because Seven Ate Nine
The sun stoked the fire in the air and we all sat around breathing
it. David Bowie tongue-kissed the silence. I
pictured his mouth opened wide, all tonsil and tongue.
She asked, "Is he saying, 'fame'?" and I said, "Yes."
He said, "You look like a completely different person with your
I wondered about that, waved my hands around my face, asked, "What
He said, "Yes."
I did it again. "Now?"
She said, "I agree. Completely different person."
I thought about it some more. I held my arms out.
Wrists bent. Hands pressed against the air. Ten red ovals.
I wanted to say, "But I ate a fried egg
this morning," "But I wiped enough times
until the brown was gone," "But I put on mascara and
thought about how today I probably would feel less happy than the day
before." I wanted
to say, "Look at my dry elbows."
But I didn't.
I sat there in my skin while they looked at me. So new. Now
blonde and well-kempt. Now speaking French. Now
petting Great Danes.
They just nodded.
xTx lives in Southern California. Her forthcoming chapbook, He Is Talking to the Fat Lady, has sold out
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Detail of photo on main page courtesy
of Neil Krug.
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