The woman with a face
like dull darkness
bent over at the waist
and her short skirt
got even shorter.
She gave me her hand,
I gave her something else.
She pressed her body against me.
I was embarrassed that
I couldn't think of anything
else to do
so I picked up my camera.
I was furious that
I couldnt kick the habit.
It was unnatural.
It was absurd.
I sat down across the table.
She crossed her legs
and they fell off her body.
I took a picture of them
and had no repentance,
not even an apology.
She laughed.
It was terribly funny.
I felt crushed.
I dropped my camera
...... again.
Without saying a word
her skin began to
crumble off her face.
That gave me bad gas.
My stomach was bloated.
I was in a pure state
of morbid illness.
