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LAce Posted Monday, October 1st, 2007
Ann Walters

The first thing a man wants to do is sneak
into the kitchen. The first thing a woman wants

is to store up the shudders. She tucks them
into the corners of her body, memorizes

the way her toes flex and curl or how her mind
wanders right then, cartwheeling

back to third grade and the rush of blood
from hanging upside down on the monkey bars.

A gratified man is content in this moment, unaware
that she will fill a pocket for the empty nights.

A woman knows this is only the moment before the next.
She loosens the lid of her box, ready to catch it.

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Posted by Donna Levy [ ] on Monday, October 1st, 2007 at 11:13 PM
In six short stanzas, you have shown how women savor and save up precious moments. What a talent you have. I shall pass this on to all the thoughful women in my life. Thank you so much. Donna

Posted by Margot Miller on Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007 at 1:33 AM
Such economy of words in a study of memory and time and identity. Lovely.

Posted by Bonnie ZoBell on Saturday, October 6th, 2007 at 11:17 AM
Love that cartwheel back in time. Lovely poem.

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