thanksgiving

She wanted to be a model in airplane bathrooms. The light that suited best.
Surrounded in furs and sky beneath, she learned her lesson. This is it, this is not, she said. She said. She learned. Just as children.

The Italian man slept in the aisle, and left no room for tight skirts and lengths of legs.

When cities were drifting, she drank-in fear. In its depths, she wanted to escape. This was the essence of her life, of her being and she knew it would cause great trouble later.

Mistakes are mistakes and some people think they are ok and others do not. You must learn to lie. To lie is to keep people happy. That is important.

That line is made of dust! She says. No, no, it is made of cloud.

She crosses the street, looking both ways, and gets into a taxi dripping with guilt. Let’s be quiet and look at the lights.