they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
new mod shoes + September. 7 = kitten heel
hello , i am your saturday afternoon. i woke you up at 9:30 a.m. . friday night may have taken you out to a warehouse full of loft studios. friday night may have given you views of frances & stan kissing in a bar, steel sculptures, the "i'm perfect couch" , but i'm the one who took you shoe shopping. i held your hand when you walked across the crowded street and the college boys in the black car said something x-rated to you. also, at four thirty i poured you tea while the landlord sat at the kitchen table and waxed poetic about havana and dancing and the plight of cuban women. i'm the knock on the door, the strange sound on the telephone line when you couldn't dial your password to retrieve your phone messages, and the itchy feeling that you try to ignore. (i know you want out of this quiet neighborhood.)
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