In a message dated 05/28/2003 5:25:07 AM Central Daylight Time,
[log in to unmask] writes:
<<
The Speed of It
Something like silk shifts when she moves,
opens her bag to check her purse, her face
in a small mirror. A slight smile when he catches
her eye, the steam of his breath as he leans
his against her thigh when the driver jerks. Get off
at her stop, make conversation. Coffee? He's time
to walk her home, fumble a kiss: the first since
god knows... fcuk anti-perspirant, sex and
they'll be down the aisle, 36D satin, inevitable
fights, alienation, the whole half-hearted action
replay hassle... so he'll miss this time and watch
for splats of grey gum on the pavement. Step on it,
walk it home, tread it into the pile of your carpet
and it's stuck. You'll never shift it. >> Wonderful, cynical,
and
worldly.
|