Monday, July 7, 2008

Pulp Poem of the Week



He recognized the picture.
It was a snapshot,
blown up. A picture of
Patricia that summer in Maine
when she had worn the Bikini
for the first and last time,
wearing it that once
out there on the rocks,
while they swam. She had
large breasts. She had been
unable to control them.

Gil Brewer
77 Rue Paradis
1954

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