Giselle
By sneaker
There are no beasts in the supermarket, no wildcats in the apartment next door. It is too easy to forget. That is why I need her. Not in my bed, but just to walk by. She knows. As I sit in the cafe sipping skinny mochacinnos (hold the cinnamon) I can see her. Long strides, steady gait, hair billowing in the breeze of her own passage. She knows that she reminds me what it is to be a manI am attempting something different for me with this one. Not really sure how it came out. It's a lot more prose-like than I usually do. This is not based on any one person, but it is came from a feeling that grew over me one day while sitting at a sidewalk cafe people watching. Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 04:35 AM PST 0 • 10
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"There are no beasts in the supermarket,..."