06-26-2011, 07:51 AM
The knife slid like a pair of skates
down her new green skirt,
the man on the till tried not to look
as I stole her purse and squeezed her breast.
Nude by the glass of the store,
the pumps like great dumb beasts,
I saw her hold her dress, her pride,
as she walked on, and the man on the till
watched as well.
down her new green skirt,
the man on the till tried not to look
as I stole her purse and squeezed her breast.
Nude by the glass of the store,
the pumps like great dumb beasts,
I saw her hold her dress, her pride,
as she walked on, and the man on the till
watched as well.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe