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Submited ByPattee Mack
Added OnSun_Nov_14__2004
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G-L-O-R-I-A by Pattee Mack 11.14. 2004 The red tip of her cigarette glowing in the damp dark I’m listening as she’s talking wisps of blue smoke trickling up above her head like a halo: A grounded angel watching from the wings. As I tell my story the stage dark except for a dimming spotlight on closing night of my predictable romantic drama. Gloria listens, flicking ashes off scuffed black knee boots torn ebony stockings we’re talking about broken hearts and men we’ve given up on and life as we know it. What we wish we knew now we were wiser at 18 wondering where we’re going and who we’ve been and I’m no longer sure of anything by the time daylight cracks under the dark doorway Another night spent crying over how great we thought it was maybe it was. We were fools in love drunk on first kisses, the roughness of masculine cheeks against our silken ones. First nights spent wrapped up in a new man’s embrace rolling like a deep wave under his taut skin. tenor whispers in my ear: listening to that lovers’ music in a moonless night, the stars eclipsed by his appearance on my horizon in the dark. His hand fingers woven into mine: The first connection. Now many years later the electric flow of that signal interrupted by static interference breaking the connection transmission fading connection lost. The blue flame of a match striking another cigarette smouldering Gloria listens to the outcome I wish I had her brittle combat game face on armed with contempt when I encounter the firing squad at dawn instead of collapsing in tearful surrender when the blindfold goes on and the gunfire cracks. his parting shot. Leaving me tuning into an alternative station on another lover's wavelength. I’d like to be tough with her cigarette between my lips To laugh cynically at the outcome close the book on love. move on. not caring. game over.

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