You can identify your own flaws by scrutinizing strangers...
from across a platform
at the subway station...
Straightened dishwater-blonde hair
glimmering in the subterranean fluorescence;
striking posture,
a dancer's figure,
and a thrifty ensemble that bespoke good taste
in spite of budgetary constrictions.
She extricated a circular compact from her purse
the way people in films exhume a pack of cigarettes...
Then, in a very deliberate fashion,
she removed a pill and swallowed it.
Birth control is like receiving a governor's pardon
in the process of planning a crime.
I resent this woman for that kind of indemnity.
I don't even know her.
Strange, how the mind can pass judgment
on assumptions of character.
It's easy to feel high
on the blissful soapbox of bigotry;
As that pill crested the ridges of her teeth
and met the soft tissue of her tongue, then esophagus,
my mind conjured a phantasmagoria of lewd images
on the surrounding subway walls.
Sadly,
It's easy to feel high
on the blissful soapbox of bigotry;
As that pill crested the ridges of her teeth
and met the soft tissue of her tongue, then esophagus,
my mind conjured a phantasmagoria of lewd images
on the surrounding subway walls.
Sadly,
that's more of a reflection of my character
than hers.
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