augury doggerel

Friday, July 26, 2002


There's only one seat on the bus tonight, so I sit thigh to thigh with a blonde girl and take out my book and read two pages before I remember that Lolita, printed at the top of each page for the curious onlooker, has become an international word, so I tuck my book away and watch the scenery. The asphalt is sticky black licorice and the traffic lights pulse to a blind man's marching tune. I close my eyes and wait for the rumble of tram tracks.


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