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Breath (Free verse) by thetrev

The stuffy beige is alleviated by the slightly unbuttoned windows. They let the sweaty voices of students in, echoing, banging. The blinds bulge with blinding light, a fly or two settle here and there: on a book of Dryden's, books on Dryden, books on Dryden's theories, books on Dryden's hobbies, laundry lists and sex life. Big breaths, bottles lined up like a squadron about to fire water down the desk bound. Their wrists are taut from the writing, their legs part to let air circulate, a lock or two sticks to the back of their neck. The moment comes when above a partition eyes catch, and then shy. Between the shelves, looking for PQ 4563.Z3 you spy a lone leg straining, further up a belly rubs against the ledge, elsewhere an arm. Either side of the book path are creatures with large desks for legs, rectangle merpeople undulating with boredom.

half.italian 28-Apr-07/7:13 PM
I think you are trying tooo hard.




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