Sunglassed, sliding to a jet, she practices A face, lets no one touch her lips or press In on her privacy. One intrusion Was enough to let her know, and so She pulls the purse tight to her, full of pain, Of promises in envelopes...
Sketch: Vol. 37
, Article 5.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol37/iss5/5