November 8, 2009 § Leave a comment
A wretched woman, they say.
Just look at those ankles, two
Barrels. Her bones hide behind her shiny
I’ve always wondered what her
bones might look like.
Are they long and pale, just like mine?
I might never know.
There was one time when we
Were all waiting outside for the store to open.
The woman was first in line and
I was last.
So then I ran up to her and
hugged her ankles
I pressed my forearms into her shiny
Pink skin. They just kept
wrapping around and she screamed
And shook me off like a
dead animal stuck to her
The next day her legs were covered in bruises. At least that
Is what people tell me.
I was too busy dreaming of her bones.