Park Benches, A Hostile Wind, and No One Cowering =====================================
Outside the car door there are park benches littered with the debris of homeless men; topless and rolling flesh she opens the door, walking past them. There is a fight over orange juice, and these men have got no teeth. When I walk back the orange juice is all over the floor and the one man is on the bench crying. Am I invisible yet? Who is watching with me? Is it you, in me, seeing things through my eyes? Am I there with you, yet? This city tears away at skin until I am cellophane plastic clear and light motion. I am only invisible when you see them and say "If only you were here, now...." And you? You are invisible, always. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
