Legs
thats what
he called her he wasnt being sexistshe had legs gams
he ransacked his memory she was getting away again among
the flipped over furniture closets drawers chests desk pulled apart No he couldnt
find a single memory where a set of legs turned his headcaptured his imagination to follow them
HEY! LEGS! LEGS!
she
stopped See!
she knew she has legs too she pivoted on her hips she wore
a smart greyflannel skirt it fit her form as if it had been painted on her
he raised his hand
she
smiled
maybe she recognised him
from the coffee shop or from the two times
he nearly walked through her going around a street cornergrabbing her by her
arms so he didnt knock her off her feet
she turned a quarter turn on her
heels
Here
we go Legs
You are calling me?
I am
I don’t believe we know each
other.
At the coffee shop More famously from me almost wauk . .
.
. Through me; twice.
Thats me
Legs. Really.
Are you kiddin me please take it as a compliment I can honestly say Ive never had my head
turned by a pair of legs before You a dancer
she
seemed startledblinkly rapid as if he punched her on the nose I am.
That explains the legs
they dated fourfive times
he was sure he knew her nameshe
told him but he never called her
anything but Legs
she was going to law school in
the Fall
it was late summer
she wanted to pursue
International law which would jive his
word with her double major from Berkeley History
Politics
her father was an attorney
she
was definitely cut of the cloth
he never took her dancing
as Dirty Harry said A mans got to know his limitations
he would have liked to become
intimate with her legs maybe
she did too but their conversations discourses
were passionate their brains fucked he liked thinking of all the convoluted wetsoppy positions they got into
Legs
Whawas her name
1355, Twosday,
17 9. 19
1533
or 333, Twosday, 26 11.
19
Joy Division Transmission https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dBt3mJtgJc
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