A round blonde
tangled hair
walked through the front door
yanking her pants zipper up
as if she just finished taking
a piss
or had a fuck
people inside noticed
she didnt
her eyes were fixed
straight ahead
and yet
somehow
she was endearing
blatant
maybe rude
refreshingly and unapologetically
honest
even if she was ignorant of her aria
she walked up the stairs
ignoring the escalator and lift
behind her zipper and crotch she
had legs
and she used them
seemingly either that between them
or trudging the woeful under
10ishness, Friday,
18 12. 09
