Boxing At the Dmv

“BOXING AT THE DMV” had an appointment at the dmv today. got my number, sat and waited. “f078, now serving at window number 14.” After taking care of business I was sent over to the line where those who passed their written and needed pictures taken stood. there was a skinny, almost bone thin white girl standing in line, talking with the guy next to her. he had just gotten out of jail. from the conversation, it was clear that they both knew the same people. I gave this girl a thorough scan and watched every move. as she continued her conversation she turned her body and placed her back to the rope that kept all of us in line. her hair was pulled back tightly into a ponytail and her eyes told a story I’ve heard before: she was trying too hard to present herself to his ears. she crossed her arms and placed them just under her bra. it was clear to see she didn’t have much to pick up during this move to keep his interest permanent. as her arms went up, the padded bra opened up in a pinch exposing her nipple. oblivious to this, she carried on. as the line moved, her pose stood like a Rocky statue in Philadelphia. didn’t have the heart to tell her the attempt for his attention came with a little extra. the pride she carried in having big nipples on very little fat was solid. as her body twisted back and forth, as the numbers were called overhead, as the security guard walked to catch cheaters at the computers, as I waited there to have my photo taken, there she was, exposed and unknowingly proud. some pauses in time are good, some pauses in time are remembered, some pauses in time are for people standing in line to show more than their eagerness to drive at the dmv. I write about it. after all, how many chances does one get to tell the world about boxing gloves at the end of toothpicks? By: Chicano Eddie 10-26-2016