Drapes of purple puffs, deceptively light, oppressively virginal, blue and velvet wrapped in tin foil and soaked paper towels, old womanish, with long manicured nails and teeth that remind me faintly of cats and cigarettes, her fingers clacking with rosaries. Hail Mary, Our Father, Hail Mary, Hail me, blue lady. Weighted lady. Goddess, sage, sex.
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