on opppsite ends of the spectrum...

once whispered, the words spilled rough from her lips, forming an uncanny shape upon the floor, a space which was neither "here nor there." she placed her hand against her forehead (as though she were attempting to hold herself together):

"parts of me are

beginning to come

unglued."

it occurred in dramatic fashion, as always. witnesses to the scene labeled it 'hollywood' and went on about noteworthy activities such as:

*transitioning from place to place,

*defining organized crime, &

*lecturing local youth upon dangers associated with growing old.

(side effects were noted in the text).

her impending partiality

was all but forgotten,

and certainly ignored.

never one to fade

into the background,

she cursed a blue streak and

spit into the gutter.

sat down upon the curb,

heels pointed outward, and

noted the time.

waited patiently

for the first piece

to fall.

"holding it all in," required not only

fortitude and grit,

but proper undergarments as well,

and though she did not like to

be touched, she

was willing to sacrifice

comfort for grace.

(and they all assumed corsets

were a thing of the past...)