i asked her what is it exactly
that angels are supposed to do.
she sat there across the small
granite table, smoking her brand-less
cigarette and exhaled. moments
passed quietly, neither one of us
uttering a word or squirming on
the leather cushions. she closed
her eyes for a long minute
and i could only pay attention
to her crimson lipstick. then she
looked at me and smiled,
"why do you always ask questions
that you already have the answers?
i mean shit, we work for the same boss
for god's sake."
july 28, 2007
4 comments:
Yes. Wonderful.
Dude, trés film noir. So you work with Jane Russell, right? ;)
Lever, you of all peoples have thrown me a left handed curved ball. You have me all lost. I didn't even come within orbit of your comment.
But I's love you but it's due to the two wondrous ladies you live with. Right? :D
I've been wondering where you've been for quite a while but I did get a nudge in the right direction, yes. Hope you're doing OK :)
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