At forty, she still twirls
locks of hair, drags
nails along the fault lines
of her breasts, pierces
through surrender, embraces
(as if still in trance)
the guile that marks the
face of memory fragments
while pleading soberly:
This isn't really happening.
About The Author
Risa Denenberg
Risa Denenberg -- risaden@yahoo.com -- lives in rural Pennsylvania and works as a free-lance medical writer. Most of her published works are nonfiction, including her poems.