Monday, May 06, 2013
Leaning against a wall
outside the movie theater,
she stares up, clouds
like a thousand beauty parlor visits,
too many old ladies, what a drag.
She’ll never smile again.
Cars slowly drive by, boys,
jerks with stiff dicks, monsters,
big fucking deal, motionless,
pressing her thighs together,
at an endless red traffic light.
[small revision of an old poem]