Jane felt no alarm when she read
the prophecy of the Ouija Board;
"Let you fear the twenty-five years."
Twenty beyond, she's already passed.
She's forty-five. The term that beauty
had already allotted her far exceeded
the warning of those weary words.
So she will return to Austin slightly tired,
but wonderfully satisfied from the purpose
of her trip to Tennessee, all those days
of sensual delight in the bedroom,
the shower, the kitchen, the parlor,
and evening spent in her lover's arms
in repeated satiation with his body.
Jane thought these thoughts. And
in Missouri, a beauty smiles in secret
thrills herself, this young woman who
now counts her own age as twenty-five.