Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Thirty Seven Bends

Sitting silently in the back she counted the
thirty seven bends in the road that
led into town, then the
fifteen blocks to the big Walmart, whilst her
stomach crept up her throat and her
head swam with sharper numbers—
“W 53rd, Hol.Inn, Rm.271, 12.30”—oh and
there was a kiss and a happy face on the
I.M. and they were stamped on her soul as her
parents parked and arranged to meet in
three hours which was probably conservative
given their needs so far out of town and was
more than enough time for her to
lose her virginity.

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