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***BIO*** Aleathia Drehmer has lived all over the country and never stays in one place too long. Writing started as a way to cope with the loneliness of revolving door friendships, the constant change of scenery, and the lack of strong influence from anything. Writing evolved into a passion, into a fine net that captures memories for later when they become elusive. She presently lives in Upstate NY and spends her time writing, being a mother and an emergency room nurse.

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by Aleathia Drehmer

I am having
an out of body on X
at a small party
of very pretty people.
I feel like an outsider.

Faith tells me
I remind her of Eve,
of beauty,
of womanhood.
I smile inside myself,

because I want it all to be true
but I know I am not those things.
She looks so genuine
with her face like light
that I want to believe her.

Ambient music is pulsating
through me, in me,
and I feel the love coming on.
I feel the need to be naked
and close to anyone.

I see Faith on the floor
in the center of the room,
the bass rippling her creamy flesh
and she is gorgeous.
I am drawn

into her arms
like a lost child.
I lie beside her
in half darkness
with my face on her chest.

I suckle her like an infant,
and it becomes innocent to me.
I am transcended
into a state of wholeness,
feeling a closeness to women
that I never have before,
closer than I ever felt
to my own mother.
Then I open my eyes
to realize where I am,

at a party,
in the center of the room,
ambient music washing over me,
and men staring at me
with hunger.

My mouth envelops
the breast of my friend,
and for just one moment
I feel like
one of the pretty people.

Sept. 2006