Mademoiselle Paralysée
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Mademoiselle Paralysée
By: Kailey Tedesco
The mousy lady standing quietly
in the middle of the room...
Doesn’t have much to say, just moans:
“Lighten up, dark eyes.”
She’s devoured by all the chattering.
Opened mouths:
Each of them inebriated with Scotch
or lipstick fumes.
She’s sober; insatiable,
But it’s not you.
You see her all dressed up:
Floral and a pearl.
A boisterous place to go,
Hoists herself on toes
To see if predestination
was so kind
As to let her premeditated,
thoughtful script
Play out.
Act One Scene One: Socialization Time--
Velvety red lips part.
The tongue’s a stage
And nothing; An obscure aperture;
And a dry heave.
All this talk of epithets and space-time
and she’s paralyzed
For fear of error.