jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

flash fiction

 

 

braid on her shoulder

touching the mound

of her breast–

she picks from tousled sheets

loose hair not hers

 

 

 

Because of the many hidden meanings and an untold story, I give myself a ‘jornal’ of $300 for this flash of images. 

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April 9, 2009 - Posted by | poetry | , , ,

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