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.
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