and entered
her studio apartment.
she was lying
on her back
in bed.
her glasses on.
her curled red hair,
unfinished.
her skin white.
stiffened in her pose,
hand on heart.
the iron still on, the blouse
she was to wear
to work,
draped across the board.
i don't remember
her name.
or where she was from.
just that she was nice,
polite,
shy almost as she pushed
the button in the elevator
to go up,
alone.
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