Looking Lace

long legs looking lace & doily, fit for grandma’s china cabinet & just as porcelainesque in perfectly painted lips & an inanimate gaze, but there’s nothing of pre-sexual purity in those long legs looking lace. lascivious my thoughts left her walking by thw window, watching my curious eyes. she said i reminded her of her father. he’s dead, she said. she reminded me of me but instead i said i was just watching the manikins, hoping for a cigarette. she worked three jobs & she said she didn’t have enough personality to be followed around. she asked if i ever thought about piercing my *****. i have but i shook my head, no. a brush of my arm and a smile asked how I thought she’d look in the dress in the window. Again I thought about piercing my *****. She went inside with me five steps behind.