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It's really raw... but I need to get back to posting again because I miss it. I've been really-super-busy (and honestly kind of lazy) so I haven't written much in the last month. I'm hoping my excessive reading balances it out... comments are much appreciated.

This is meant to be slammed:

striding through the candy aisle--the
gas station is bathed in
illumination
almost
erotically and
a woman: she
dances brightly
before my eyes; she dangles
from a single thread of
my imagination:

smiling and striding in
step to a secret song she slides
by and listens to the deep
pounding of her
own
heart
beat, vibrations, as she moves
down the aisle bursting

with an array of sweetened
sugar and
chocolate designed just for
lovers-- you know the kind. (who
cling tightly to the other's
fingers at night in
the city park; they've just
finished an ice
cream
cone and the sleepers
on maple benches eye them
warily.)

the boy behind the
checkout counter is trying to grow facial hair,
and he's busy with
himself in the
back, too busy to notice
a woman (almost
clear) glide to a

stop

in front of him.

she is humming and
tapping--smiling-- with
arms for of sweet and
watered down emotion;
he is staring empty at the
the mirror; she is a
blooming child with rosy cheeks
and almond eyes and; he's watching
her
(behind him)
and wary. the
woman laughs and
when she laughs she sings

and other midnight customers glance up
with mild early-morning eyes but
she
is already leaving; chocolate
litters the boy's feet
as he shuffles to the
checkout
and stares at her gliding
out of the store, forgetting me

in the candy aisle.