Painless Endings Guest Entry

Yesterday, in the framed portrait of you
Leaning against your 1962 MG convertible
Legs crossed at the ankle, a slow sexy smile,
A slight breeze in chestnut tufts of hair
Out of place. I thought of your hair
And how when you died I sunk
My face into your pillow and breathed
In deep that distinct, oily scent of you
That was at once repulsive and beautiful.
And how sometimes I'll go for days without
Washing my hair so I can find your smell.
And I saw my reflection in the glass
And smiled slow and sexy to see if your smile
Was my smile and crossed my arms, my
Ankles and leaned back to see if you
Were in me. If when I slid from the womb
I slid out of your sweat and your blood and
I stare at your face to see my face to be satisfied
We are still alive