she was everything he never found
interesting in a woman
individually
a long stretch of a woman
blonde
short cropped hair
Then . . .
she looked like a newborn fawn
and deer meat served him only
when he couldnt get elk
she was as urban as he was rural
San Pellegrino to his wellwater or fast flowing creek
lobster to river crawdads
when he introduced himself she said she was Linda Moore
Moore That could be plenty enough
she laughed and didnt cover her mouth
he shook loose some part of her breeding
he smiled broadly
Your
laughter sounds like sweetwater breaking over rocks
she blushed
he didnt think she blushed often
his first spy of her was from behind
the bottom of her cheeks peeked out from her shorts
few women could pull that off
he liked her spine exposed running between her short top and soft short
when she turned to his Excuse me
blazed across her breasts in sparkled font
B I T C H
America was performing at the hydrofoil speedcourse on Key Biscayne
he wanted to go
he wanted to take her
he asked if shed like to go
she said yes
they roiled together madly for a couple three months
she stayed on campus for classes in a private suite but on weekends she lived
in a condo on Miami Beach
he introduced her to hashish
she introduced him to wine iced champagne and caviar
he was her diamond in the rough
she wanted to cut and polish him
that wasnt going to happen
he told her it wasnt
Well see
No Youll see
his tshirts and blue jeans werent her style
when she finally swallowed it
that was their end
she wanted him to keep the two silk suits she bought for him
he did
he wanted her to keep the blue jeans the coloured bandannas she
tied at her throat and the rawhide elk bone and Indian bead bracelet
she did
he couldnt speak for her
but Time couldnt erode
his memory of their time together whenever he heard America
1944, Saturday,
8 10. 16
1539, Day-between-Two-Ts, 19 10. 16
America Ventura Highway https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjgCqbPGq2A
