Thursday, March 30, 2006
she talks, tilting her head. coquettehair flicks itself back and forth as
her mouth flies pinkly
over words and smiles
he stands in front of her, closer
than he need be
(she pretends not to
notice, wrapt
in the performance; he
can smell her- distance,
and shampoo)
and just stares
Mina at 3:25 PM
