Saturday, July 27, 2013
the last book I ever read (Jamie Quatro's I Want To Show You More, excerpt seven)
from Jamie Quatro's I Want To Show You More: Stories:
You look hot, babe, it says. You could pass for twenty-five.
Quintessence of dust, I say. The reflection turns to preen its backside, taut in black spandex.
I quote First Peter: The holy women of the past used to adorn themselves with a gentle and quiet spirit.
Women over fifty, the reflection says, are the only ones who believe that. I know why you’re down here. You’re looking for some action before you get old.
That’s not it, I say. I’m trying to mortify all that.