she watches her face carefully in the mirror
watches the line of her lipstick
she dosn't want to get caught out
she puts the lipstick slowly over the edges of her lips
look bigger
she does her eyes
mainly the lips
she sticks them togther
waiting
for him
channel perfume
a lace back hat
waiting
for him
appears nonchalent
drinks irish cream
bootsold
reads tarot
we have to care
dont we?
mint cake on the windowsill
fused with plate
old gas fire
warm as toast
he said he take her out
gold lace dress
painted toenails
a french job
rush of black hair
he said he did care
books that rhyme books that don't
insufferable lonliness
a damp squib of a cold throat
but he said hed be there
would she?
Of course she would
comfort by others
never to be missed
so she came and went
into the shadow
a cold paradise
longing for the warmth