POETRY

Getting Ready

by Sherri Souders

Lying back on the soft mattress
   arm propped, head resting
                     in the palm of his hand.
she was getting dressed,
   pulling on         her favorite
                    black silk turtleneck.
Why are you rushing? he asked.
   Work, said she. There’s so much to do.
                     He yawned and
inhaled a mouthful
   of persuasive            pale pink
                      perfume.

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