Monday, December 19, 2011

Perfect Woman: Christine Lagarde

A swinging weight that defies your sex. Shake off the flakes of rust from your lips, your eyes, your impetuous nose. Russia sends icebreakers to the north pole, nuclear engine exhausts burning the ice into rivulets of glaring clarity. And here am I, with nothing to offer but warm, and forgiving hands, which are ready to forgive and remember whichever torn and thickened hides they cup.

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