Carrie was caught up in the book.
desk seated Violet polished the gold ring. It
was 1 of the old 1s, from the box. The desk
was 1 of the big 1s, like a sarcophagus, Rose snappy, a
little wild with it, with fighting it off, that which she denied knowing
denial ineffectual and Esme(e) knew it, knew all, and always had which
outstripped aggravation and drove Rose to ramming
fury ricocheting now
and again but now, being only coiled and wrung
part of the way, for the
night was young, or so they thought,
Rose rubbed a shapely thumb with force more than sufficient
to blend the pink, incarnadine, cochineal, the cream
until their rose the perfect carnation hue composed
the breast so lightly veiled of
Carrie devoid of chiaroscuro on
the canvas on the ladder where
she sat topped by none, topping all, even the pink cockatoo feathered source
for Rose and disdaining its cage for the frame of the stuffed macaque,
Carrie at the highest row of gilt-spined books.
could see it in her flushed face, shoulders, her finger tip.
read to them a random sentence, then 1 more.
hovered above in airy brightness, quick pipers
threaded their way through shepherds, children, sellers of
bread and hawkers of bright necklaces, jeweled rings."
on the divan sat, drew her knees up to her pointed chin.
puppets flew free, and Harlequin pranced with the flower vendor's cat,
and the fountain laughed for
the toes of African women tickled its stones."
saw it, assumed it, narrowed an eye.
blue skirt fell about the rungs tenting them, enclosing
her black buttoned boots. She turned a page,
held up the book, placed a finger on a word. Carrie
looked up, down at
them little islands on the flowered rug,
little lamps of energy and endeavor, candor
within, for now, 4 walls of books behind glass
and glass within wood rubbed like the magic lamp
but with lemon oil but
responding in kind granting freely an answer
if 1but knew the questions or
saw that and smiled, nearly laughed. Her heart
beat strangely warm this night with a joy she
could scarcely contain. Esme(e), she knew,
listened where she stood at the globe touching
it, turning it absently wearing burgundy chesterfield
and watch for though unseen it must be there.
heard the chimes.
dark hair coiled down her back leather laced more thick than