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Regrets, Unlessoned

Walking down the street in early April,
In shoes (at last), not boots, my
mittens stuffed
unceremoniously into my shoulder bag
(Freedom!)
My hands feel the freshening breeze for the first time, since
Winter came

A stranger stops me

A stranger stops me,
r-e-a-c-h-e-s
across the boundary of space to
touch
my skin, to
take
my hand, and say:
"See?
You have got to take better care of your fingernails. No
man's gonna want to talk to you, looking
like that."

Just
like that.

For only a moment (the purest
shock)
you could hear a pin drop,
a shoe drop,
a drop that, falling, makes ripples (in the still, cool waters of someone else's lake)

There's a little boy clinging, in a way that says
Daddy.
Big eyes that take everything in.

"How Dare you??" I did not say
"What (the hell) gave you the impression that
I
am doing this for
(the likes of) you?
I am (the subject of my own world)
NOT (an ornament to yours)!"

I did not say it.

Big eyes that take everything in.

I wish I had.

*~*~*~*~*


Wrote that one today, over lunch. :-)



On a completely and UTTERLY unrelated note:
Vagina Dentata... (What a wonderful phrase... ;-)