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She'll have to go home alone, alone,...
First ice. It is the first time. the first ice of the telephone phrases.-
The First Ice
In the telephone booth the girl freezes.
Her face is smeared with running tears
and lipstick; she huddles, peers
out from her chilly collar, aches –
blows upon her thin little paws,
icicle fingers! Earrings flash.
Back – alone as she is, along
the long, lonely, icy lane.
The first ice. The first time, it was,
first ice cracking in phoned phrases –
the frozen track shines on her cheeks –
first ice on her insulting ears.
First Frost
A girl is freezing in a telephone box
huddled in her flimsy coat,
her face stained by tears
and smeared with lipstick.
She breathes on her thin little fingers,
Fingers like ice, glass beads in her ears.
She has to beat her way back alone
down the icy street.
First frost. A beginning of losses.
The first frost of telephone phrases.
It is the start of winter glittering on her cheek,
the first frost of having been hurt.