She goes walking on the ridge line, through the pines under the November moon. She carries a tin pail, to bring home any shooting stars that fall to earth. She walks through the snow and leaves no footprints behind. She's older than Mohammed, older than Jesus, but she's barely sixteen. She wears a friendship bracelet on her wrist, Shakespeare gave it to her after the premiere of Romeo and Juliet. Of course she played the lead. Isis is her best friend, sometimes they go clubbing together. One night at the Limelight they kissed in the old choir loft, and ever since, Isis looks at Osiris a little differently.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
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