he was intrigued
although he never ever allowed
anything more than intriguewhich might sound like he doth protest too much he didnt
his demarcationhis lines his crisp borders throughout
his life were always precisely that
they were why
Dirty Harry Harry Callahans line A mans got to know his limitations bristled him
No argument there
A man does
Less-than-a-man doesnt
(silent monologue)
he sorely
missed men who understood thatwho werent gaming their perception of systems
they wanted and hoped to exploit
when he caught a whiff of that he
didnt hesitate a moment Adios
moomoochachuwhich always riled his partner
shed plea Stop stopstop stop
Please he didnt
do it oftenjust often enough so he didnt forget
he never learned to speak a foreign language and when you hang slang on
a language you dont speak you have to return to it so it doesnt evaporate disintegrate vanish before your fucking eyesHell as it was things that werent there appeared before his
eyes they piqued him then he was off and running chasing it down wearing it out until it pulled
up creamed with sweat tongue hanging out lolling against the side of its jaw
It thought hed give up thats why it broke outsprinted out of the gate
burning up valuable energy ran madly and
contorted its spine looking over its shoulder and recognising he was stalking
it ably
a caramel coloured girl
a teenager
she reminded him of a Greek girl
he dated in Chicago she had smooth flawless
brown skin
same jet black hair
although this girls hair was
softened weathered by the sun
upturned breasts clothed in a softgreen
sleeveless casual tank that complimented her eyes over short cutoff bluejeans
and sandals
her fingernails and toenails were
painted ivory
they reminded him of feline claws
a sprite woodland cat
she paid the grocery clerk for
her purchase
she gathered up her bottled water
her small netted bag of fruit thanked the clerk
and left
he didnt watch her go
borders
1646, Thursday,
27 7. 17
1306, Friday,
28 7. 17
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