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trolling today around the long beach parade.  if you see me say hi!  i don’t bite unless you want me to…..

i just saw a three story inflatable rainbow penis.  it will haunt me forever.

love you girls,

ellaenza

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Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes (Billy Collins)
First, her tippet made of tulle,easily lifted off her shoulders and laidon the back of a wooden chair.  And her bonnet,the bow undone with a light forward pull. 
Then the long white dress, a morecomplicated matter with mother-of-pearlbuttons down the back,so tiny and numerous that it takes foreverbefore my hands can part the fabric,like a swimmer’s dividing water,and slip inside. 
You will want to know that she was standingby an open window in an upstairs bedroom,motionless, a little wide-eyed,looking out at the orchard below,the white dress puddled at her feeton the wide-board, hardwood floor. 
The complexity of women’s undergarmentsin nineteenth-century Americais not to be waved off,and I proceeded like a polar explorerthrough clips, clasps, and moorings,catches, straps, and whalebone stays,sailing toward the iceberg of her nakedness. 
Later, I wrote in a notebookit was like riding a swan into the night,but, of course, I cannot tell you everything -the way she closed her eyes to the orchard,how her hair tumbled free of its pins,how there were sudden dashes whenever we spoke. 
What I can tell you isit was terribly quiet in Amherstthat Sabbath afternoon,nothing but a carriage passing the house,a fly buzzing in a windowpane. 
So I could plainly hear her inhalewhen I undid the very tophook-and-eye fastener of her corset 
and I could hear her sigh when finally it was unloosed,the way some readers sigh when they realizethat Hope has feathers,that reason is a plank,that life is a loaded gunthat looks right at you with a yellow eye. 
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[Image: Collo di donna, 1950 (Federico Vender)]
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Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes 
(Billy Collins)

First, her tippet made of tulle,
easily lifted off her shoulders and laid
on the back of a wooden chair. 
And her bonnet,
the bow undone with a light forward pull. 

Then the long white dress, a more
complicated matter with mother-of-pearl
buttons down the back,
so tiny and numerous that it takes forever
before my hands can part the fabric,
like a swimmer’s dividing water,
and slip inside. 

You will want to know 
that she was standing
by an open window in an upstairs bedroom,
motionless, a little wide-eyed,
looking out at the orchard below,
the white dress puddled at her feet
on the wide-board, hardwood floor. 

The complexity of women’s undergarments
in nineteenth-century America
is not to be waved off,
and I proceeded like a polar explorer
through clips, clasps, and moorings,
catches, straps, and whalebone stays,
sailing toward the iceberg of her nakedness. 

Later, I wrote in a notebook
it was like riding a swan into the night,
but, of course, I cannot tell you everything -
the way she closed her eyes to the orchard,
how her hair tumbled free of its pins,
how there were sudden dashes 
whenever we spoke. 

What I can tell you is
it was terribly quiet in Amherst
that Sabbath afternoon,
nothing but a carriage passing the house,
a fly buzzing in a windowpane. 

So I could plainly hear her inhale
when I undid the very top
hook-and-eye fastener of her corset 

and I could hear her sigh when finally it was unloosed,
the way some readers sigh when they realize
that Hope has feathers,
that reason is a plank,
that life is a loaded gun
that looks right at you with a yellow eye. 

.

[Image: Collo di donna, 1950 (Federico Vender)]

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Lisa by Peter Karasev,  “portrait of an angel’ on flickr

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silly enza story (for angel on may 13)

i am in california.  yesterday afternoon i took off for the beach and the ocean.  i haven’t left.
silly enza time.  while i was working in the heat two days ago bending hauling flicking sweat off my face with my fingers i noticed that i was watched.  by a lot of people.  they tried to pretend they weren’t but…
so oh well i just keep going working and sweating and the looks got longer and more open and i finally lost it.  what the fuck is going on? i yell.  then these little old fingers tug on my shorts with dear, come here and takes me to the water truck and hands me a mirror.
i look like i’m in a wet t shirt contest.  i’m so soaked thru my shirt is transparent glued to my body with my nipples going pokey.
i never noticed.  silly enza.  the guys on my own crew are used to it sort of, and i never think about it. but here? with no bra since i don’t own any and a soaking wet white t shirt dirty with soot and ashes from the fire.  i’m hot and i look hot. i’m doing a porn prance
so i did the only thing i could do.  i took my shirt off and worked bare back just like the men.

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