The first time is on the floor, arms locked round knees.
They are playing Hair. She cracks up
when she sees me, rocking side to side.“He’s getting off!” she squeals—and then I realize it, too.
They are playing Hair. She cracks up
when she sees me, rocking side to side.“He’s getting off!” she squeals—and then I realize it, too.
She is older—twenty eight or twenty nine,
living with a man who scares me.
That album really creeped me out,
being the butt of its stale joke—
and—as it seemed—hers as well.
living with a man who scares me.
That album really creeped me out,
being the butt of its stale joke—
and—as it seemed—hers as well.
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