Witchiepoo, Lee and I, hanging out at a greasy spoon diner
. Three girls, all with black eyeliner
and tight fucking pants. Two cups of coffee
and a cup of tea
. Red, red lipstick
and the crumpled remains of their Benson & Hedges in the ashtray
"Did you see that guy
? He was looking at you."
"No, I think he was looking at you
"Look, those are cops over there."
Skinny legs, thin lipped
stares. Glares. James Brown
on the jukebox.
I am whip thin, taut, child and sex. Virginal trash. I want to be just like Lee
. Lee has always had a boyfriend - if she wanted one. I want to be someone's girlfriend, his little tart. I want to be the kind of woman who wears lacy ankle socks
with patent leather high heels. I want to be the librarian
who takes down her bun and shows you that there's nothing underneath her blazer
. I want to talk about sex like it bores me, snapping my Wrigley's spearmint
and staring holes into some dark looking man I've never met while I talk about it.