Issue 10
Pure
Priscilla Rhoades
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Pure
"As pure as a man's first girl." That was what the poet wrote, the
poet she slept with, not as his first girl, not as the pure one. She did it for
a grade, her pure reason, as good as any, she supposed.
But why, she wondered, wasn't it the other way around? As pure as
a girl's first man. He was anything but pure. Pure pig, his wife said, his
ex-wife, in an interview after he'd left her.
I was pure once, the girl thought, and tried to write about it. As
pure as angel's breath, as pure as the promise he never made, as pure as a found
poem. She tried to remember her purity.
"Lost," she wrote.
~Priscilla Rhoades
A free-lance writer published in The San Francisco Bay Guardian, The Iowa Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal, In Posse Review, and other publications. E-mail.
© 2002 by Priscilla Rhoades. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated December 23, 2002.