Teetering on her green heels
I hated this woman
I thought her dog a mutt
Her strings of hair hung yellow and heavy on
Imaginary waves
But she was there
She defined reality and
Defied my presence by pushing
Past me in my
Non-existence
Women large from child birth
And motherhood - heavy breasts
And powerful hips
Dressed in colors consistent to their place
in life, Carrying cookies and cakes
To feed the child they await
Her bones were sharp, her lips
Permanently pursed
Her colors bit my pale
Skin
The air around her parted as
It pressed her
Hopefully past
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