Aunt Eudora's Harlequin Romance
turns the bedlamp on. The book falls open
mottled hands, and while she reads
begins to quiver, forming words
Breathless. Promises. Elope.
turns the leaves, Eudora’s cheek
takes on a
bit of bloom. Her frowzy hair
and turns gold, her dim eyes clear,
vanish from her slender neck.
emerging from its ring of flesh,
the side. Breasts that used to hang
pockets rise and ripen; her long legs
Her eyes close, she holds her breath—
pages flutter by, unread,
after lover finds her bed.
Marilyn L. Taylor
1998; originally printed in Passager.
Reprinted by permission of the author.