I Love That Person

Gritting
and eyes rolling over her back
she strikes at the dirt beneath her swollen belly
"If only I was thinner, then all would be
better"
she doesn't notice the hands that are outstretched
to catch

Her journal echoes
and I desire to meet her half the way
before the descent,

Pretty Women Chapter 3.5

Baxter Duremburg looked down at the flower laden coffin before him. "Who was Glynnis Charleswood?" he asked the transfixed audience. "She was an inspiration to women all over this great city of ours." He held a gold pen and silently traced small circles where her silent head might lie. Mournful cries of women came from the main seating area and were faintly echoed from the basement.
"She knew how to think the good thoughts. Didn't she?" his pen moved to and fro while he spoke. "When I first met Glynnis, her theory on how to be successful was only a glimmer in the blueness of her eyes. Even in those early beginnings, I was mesmerized by her control of the truth and the conviction with which she spoke her mantras."

Several of the women in the front row shrieked back in reply, "I am kind. I am loving. I am a pillar of light in this world of ugliness."

"Glynnis knew how to give what was wanted." Mr Charleswood nodded solemnly at Baxter's words and closed his eyes.
"She was well versed in what looked intelligent. She exuded confidence whenever she spoke." Baxter's pen pointed at the men and women before him. Marie's sniffling nose was up to the screen. "She made you feel that she really cared for you. She oozed sincerity."

Tears fell down Mr. Charleswood's face.

Pretty Women Chapter 3.4

Mr. Charleswood was wheeled in and the camera quickly zoomed to his pale, grim face. His eyes misted as he peered into the lens; the basement audience hushed. With the appearance of the mahogany casket, Marie automatically stood up. Someone giggled and the embarrassed hair- stylist sat down.
Jolene fidgeted to see the screen, just barely catching a glimpse of the wheeled old man sneering as he turned from the camera.

A handsome man in his mid-thirties walked slowly to the podium which stood behind the closed coffin.
A women next to Jolene commented to her companion that this was Glynnis' therapist while the other corrected her to say that he was her publicist. Jolene could only see half of the man's face as he announced to the crowd, " She was the epitomy of womanhood." His silky voice echoed over the heads in the hall.

Mind Her

Bear the spirit up with kindness
and a steady gaze
that will ease the pain in the arch of the eye.

Insistingly
speak the good words
and listen urgently.

Look,
she's waiting
in the mirror.

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Pretty Women: Chapter 3.3

Jolene had to sit downstairs for the main auditorium was filled with the mournfully adorned wealthy.

As she squeezed past the downcast to one of the few seats available, she noticed Marie sitting near the screen where the service would be broadcast to the lower level. She was wearing a replica of a new updo like the glamorous wore on her waiting room magazines. Marie gaped at the empty screen intently as was her habit when she mixed the colors for Glynnis' level 6 with #10 highlights.

Jolene wrinkled the program in her hands, Glynnis smiled and frowned intermittently from between the creases of the pamphlet.

The last chair was taken by a tall man with a blue-striped, short-sleeved shirt. Jolene scowled for his greasy, black haired head would block her view of the service. He turned around to check the clock; a toothpick hung from his lips.