In the coffee shop

Her black mascara formed two

painted stars in the corners

of her Persian eyes.

The white flames of her hair

ran up her winter coat and seemed

to catch fire on her handmade scarf.

Then flickering flames ran over her shoulders and

down the length of her thinning legs, as hungry

flames spread and white heat jumped

around her.

1/5/2006

9/19/2007

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