January 2010
49 posts
“…there are girls lined along the street, girls in miniskirts, thigh-highs, and halter tops. The girls stand at the curbs as cars cruise by. Key-lime Cadillac’s, fire-red Tornadoes, wide-mouthed, trolling Lincolns, all in perfect shape. Chrome glints. Hubcaps shine. Not a single rust spot anywhere. But now the gleaming cars are slowing. Windows are rolling down and girls are bending to...
You used to take your watch off
before we made love
you didn’t want to share our time with anyone.
You used to close your eyes
when we kissed goodbye
you didn’t want to see me draped in sadness.
Trojan Horse