Where the Cold Wind blows
By ecologist
She stood out of the wind (that leather miniskirt must be cold not to mention that lace top) on the corner by the stop light looking needfully at each passing car hoping, praying for the next $50 to show soon (her eyes red-rimmed, body shaking) the car crested the curb pulling alongside and hand signals played out a story the car followed her to the back alley (like some base-runner following a coaches call) where the game unfolded from an origami swan into the sordid street tale it was her heart broke, each time, but she had to live to eat, to survive to feed that extra mouth crying in the night behind the partition, inthe babysitters house So she keeps trickin pullin in the Johns', a slave, knowing full, it will kill her leave her faceless nameless some day lying on the street corner where the cold wind blows. Written October 25th, 2001 © on Oct 25 2001 01:15 AM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"She stood out of the wind (that leather miniskirt must be cold not to mention that lace top) on the corner by the stop light looking needfully at each passing car hoping, praying for the next $50 to show soon (her eyes red-rimmed, body shaking) the car crested the curb pulling alongside and hand signals played out a story the car followed her to the back alley (like some base-runner following a coaches call) where the game unfolded from an origami swan into the sordid street tale it was her heart broke, each time, but she had to live to eat, to survive to feed that extra mouth crying in the night behind the partition, inthe babysitters house So she keeps trickin pullin in the Johns', a slave, knowing full, it will kill her leave her faceless nameless some day lying on the street corner where the cold wind blows...."