molly
was one of those what is the meaning of life women asking unanswerable questions giving me her phone number and the possibility of seeing her on saturday what does she look like with her hair down when we met in the bookstore aisle it was pulled back against her skull tight, obviously dark blond she was thin wearing black large blue eyes seemed pleasant enough when we shared hot tea but i kept wondering about her hair and if i’d ever get to untie the knot that she seemed to create so carefully fair is fair red cloud is on a 10-cent postage stamp i guess now we’re even let’s forget about the genocide shit luck jesse rode up on her bike hair all blue orange blond i told her i liked it she said you have my number i called the next day got her answering machine i haven’t heard from her since |