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Carefully she squeezed a dollop

Of cement onto the tooth-brush

Leaned over the sink and with a

stop caught her avoided morning

reflection – let it vanish up the air

vent to her half dreamt

vision of self –

young woman of

then, light of foot

free of all weight –

shoulders

and belly-

tight-light

dancing –

barefoot on aquamarine shores –

Ready to ravish and be ravished

in the orange glow

of a new as yet

unlived day –

All so delicious

she could eat it
with a spoon
and did