from your womb
springs chrome whispers and
i sense youre movement.
...unconvinced that anything else would do, she makes her way toward his flat...down
East Breswick toward the intersection of Troller and 45th.
Canes has that canned milk she enjoys and she gingerly picks up a box of Ghiardelli
cookies. He hadn't returned any of her phone calls since she saw him...well, actually
saw him and Ramon.
Lord knows walking into the flat of the man you were considering marrying and finding him on his back; another man; actually you're neighbor from down the hall; mounted on his phallus would be
more than enough to...well, you know. Still...
with the aplomb of fading
day; a gown of coarse stars you wear
your feet scraping melody.
tough moments, head down; trudging through the pre-winter chill. Its just freshly rained; its cold and chilly just the way she likes. She doesn't do much speaking or smiling to the passerby's; more intent on just getting to her destination.
She looks up; facing the large, stone facade of the grayish red building.
The tears come quickly....she's managed to walk right back to her place.
quiet street gray skies resident chill young woman's tears congeal.
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