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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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| The Park |
| by Aleathia Drehmer |
| A progressive state
of inebriation finds me in the park in the dead of night with my back flush against a concrete barrier. My vision muddied so I can barely see your face until you climb over me to kiss my neck. Your black hands run the length of my alabaster thigh as the off-shore wind vaults my skirt to expose me, exciting me. The mere imagining of the contrast of our flesh so tight and close lifts me higher. |
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| Sept. 2006 |
| 67 |