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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 27


Sometimes there’s something attractive about dirty. I took off my sleeveless undershirt, folded it and put it away, not in the hamper. It wasn’t dirty really, just old and grey like when you’ve washed white too many times. It felt sexy. Made me think of the time I was on a bus from Missouri to Texas. It was a two-day trip. I couldn’t sleep and stayed up reading Emile Zola’s ‘Nana’. There’s a scene when Nana and her friend Satin are sitting on a bed, talking. Nana is the successful rich courtesan and Satin is a street waif. She’s wearing a dirty slip. I was 18 and I’ve always remembered that.

  Lois Michal Unger