I love this Christina.
What we workign girls have to put up with, eh?
P-P
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: Sub: Large Nude Walking
>Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 11:06:50 EST
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> Large Nude Walking
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> When I remember, I want to work as you did -
> long days, until the light's gone. Then slugs of gin
> to quench our silence, to twist an arm
> to pose for one more year, then another;
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> to cover felt-tipped pen marks on flesh
> with plasters to keep them fresh, to measure
> and check and check and check and check again.
> This is the picture in my memory: you,
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> thin fags, damp Rizlas, mumble
> 'A fraction to the left, a fraction more.'
> The scent of turps and farts mingled with linseed
> and stiff, salty coffee. My skin a mass
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> of marked goose pimples. The odd grunt, 'Yes...'
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>christina fletcher
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Perpetua Pullman
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