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    dots Submission Name: At the Sinkdots
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    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 242
    Class/Type: Poetry/Angry
    Total Views: 943
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    Bytes: 1562



    Description:
       The meaning of a stain. Written March 2007.


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    dotsAt the Sinkdots
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    Sometimes but not always breaking the rules
    I remember without forgivness the
    Sangria on men's breath. Not smiling
    only thinking of the dishes to wash,
    week old wine glasses and their dark stains,
    desperately used coffee mugs and plastic cups
    when all the crystal is gone, leaving me
    at the sink with scarlet rings not washing away.

    Hazy air, oxygen making me nauseous, and
    drinking men, loud sailors and comedians with
    alchohol laughter penetrating the thick,
    awkward feeling in my stomach--that never had a taste.
    Bitterness about dirty dishes, left out goblets,
    sticky stains of noxious depression rising from the water.

    They are boys smiling and men frowning
    at my disapproval. Sometimes but not always
    breaking the rules with my lip at the brim.
    Then the young married man putting his arms around me
    trapping my hands at his collarbone, laughing softly.
    Without escape, smelling a curse, I am
    a begging little girl, tasting unfamiliar breath.

    Tactile sensation, avoiding the ocean in his eyes,
    seeing, flinching foward to drunken infidelities.
    Fingers and a wedding ring stroking my palm
    still coarse from dish soap, tingling at fingertips that
    can't escape. I'm watching him stumble
    towards the laughing, cursing men, leaving me
    holding a plastic cup full of unwashable rings.






    Submitted on 2007-09-24 03:14:39     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      well written it was
    | Posted on 2007-10-21 00:00:00 | by EEKS | [ Reply to This ]
      This is a very thought provoking piece. It also brings you into the feeling of the scene. You described it perfectally and I found myself looking forward to the next line. That is exactly what writing is supposed to do, bring the reader easily into the story and keep him there. You have done exactly that. I only wish more people would have viewed this and taken the time to really read it. The flow, the wording, the descriptiveness all fit perfectally. This is definatly one for my favs.

    Your friend Ben
    | Posted on 2007-09-24 00:00:00 | by BenCollier | [ Reply to This ]


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