Nobody else

Inside me there is a woman who breathes like a panther and knows what she wants. I know what excites her. She pins me down and says, Give me something honest. I surprise us both when I say, without hesitation, “I hate you.” She is pleased. I give. She says Remember me. Light pours from my belly. I ask her name and she says, without hesitation, Rosetta.

I laugh, because of the Rosetta stone. And I remember Dad’s mom, Etta. She was one cold bitch. And she was the first woman in the Yakima valley to own her own car.

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~ by Arrrow Marie on July 9, 2009.

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