Archive for July, 2009

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pause,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,
Men.

*Maya Angelou*

beyond pretty

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

I am holding the key

but finding that unlocking the door

is pretty hard at the moment