The corner: Whistling, but having rushed up the stairs from the train, I don't have breath for the top notes: Angel's brothel. I lift my eyes up to the window: The shade: raised as before, but her window is empty. Is she being taken? Right now? By someone not unlike me? {NA} The Corner[1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], and [7].
>> posted by John Psmyth • 8/28/2004 08:00:00 PM •
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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. {NA} The Corner[1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], and [7].
>> posted by John Psmyth • 8/28/2004 01:53:00 PM •
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Two spoons, one cup: Lan and I sunnily share two scoops of vanilla topped with late strawberries:
And when there's no more but some cream and one strawberry, promptly halved, halved, halved, halved—
At Lan's urging I spoonsnatch the last bite.
{NA}
>> posted by John Psmyth • 8/25/2004 08:12:00 PM •
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