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.
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