The corner: Angel's brothel. I lift my eyes up: Tonight, the dorm window is raised: A failed window shade, collapsed to the sill on one side, brailed up on the other, opens a triangle that gives on the street:
Framed there, a whore.
She rests her small chin on her forearm, calmly surveying the street scene.
Does the mama-san know that her whores can look out?
I wave, discreet, with my fingers, and whistling walk on.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 8/28/2004 01:53:00 PM
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