jane in the afternoon

gelled flesh asunder
breasts stretched and loose
trails of scotch soaked air drift, swaying, dust
what outlines the air around her
drawn, is the skin and tight weave of her polyester slip
stepping carefully chin up, back straight, hair loose,
around the corner, a light roll on her heel, squeezing through a sponge releasing water
hushing into splitting down it's center
a tiny suck, pressing her out
it turns a dry jelly, crumbs of cellulose fall
lips cleared of color.