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A woman clothed with the sun.

Imagine, all over America, women are losing bone mass.

Brittle old ladies: we create them. Coiffured movie sirens lounging, around the pool transmogrify into brittle old sea hags. (They don't know anything: t:hey just nag.) Let's let them swim out to sea. Let's give them a spiny seahorse to ride on. "Goodbye brittle old ladies, beautiful ones - Ride out against the horizon and the orange sun!"

Stephanie Brown's work appeared in the 1993 and 1995 editions of The Best American Poetry and she was the co-winner of APR's Jessica Nobel Maxwell Memorial Poetry Prize for 1994. She lives in San Clemente, California.
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Author:Brown, Stephanie
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Date:Mar 1, 1996
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