Tuesday 1/09/2007 12:43:00 AM

There was a mini skirt. Black gauze bandage for my crotch. There were panty hose. To hide the hairs I'd missed. Indebted to every nuance of the feimine. A child always looking up at everyone. Too naive to ask them to bend down. A matchstick too on fire.

There were cat tails. To balannce with. And whiskers to guide me through the smaller corridors. While I wondered after destiny. The plans of gods I'd never believe in.

Left with only men. And the ways I have left to seduce them.

Turning lifetimes into alarm clocks. Relentlessly waking up the dead.

In quiet coughs that seem to promsie resolution.

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