Spring 2010 - The Silhouette Literary and Art Magazine - emcvt

Discretion
Caty Gordon
There are no secrets,
there is only privacy.
And everyone has the right to privacy.
But the linen dangles dripping in the backyard,
little lies we hide forming clever puddles in the grass.
There are no secrets
because the walls carry our confessions
and the mirror will always recall
the way nudity clings to you.
The mortar will allow whispers to escape
into the street and the neighbors, the nosy kind,
will catch wind of how good the sex is.
There are no secrets because the yellow mug you left
in my sink is cracked and the morning smile from
your lips will slide down the drain,
through the sewer and streams,
and finally form a frothy ripple in a crescent wave
of an open ocean.
There are no secrets, you see, because pieces of you will drip
and carry and reflect and escape and slide away
from my hands.
There are no secrets,
there is only privacy.
And you have the right to privacy,
just like I have the right
to
my
own
heart.
I look damn good.
Hell yeah.
Ooh this old thing?
You better believe it.
This look works for me.
But not for you honey,
Not just for any young thing attempting to strut down that street,
I own the street, it is my make believe stage.
Closing my eyes, playing my role, I walk with the gradual swing of my hips,
the quick swift but jolting pop to one lucky side,
They think I’m all that.
All that... ha, a whole lot of nothing.
Street stopping,
maybe just to you.
But who’s the girl hiding on the side,
afraid to show herself to the real world?
Showing myself off, it’s a lot different from showing myself.
Take my bright blue sapphire sinful sparkling eyes
“You like?”
With a quick wink from my shadow pasted thick on top,
never to smudge or fade,
Combined with my luscious lustful red lips
“Gorgeous?”
I’ll give a quick smooch
one quick pucker together,
“Come and get it baby.”
And smack — it’s all been done,
But really
in the end, it’s all a show.
Now Presenting:
Sophisticated
Beautiful
Envious
Showing Herself Off
Laura Jensen
“Jealous?”
I knew you would be.
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