I took a risk and said hello to the friendly neighborhood braggart.
I try not to cringe or feed his extravagant boasting. Today it was a sculpture.
“I didn’t know what I was doing but my friend said it if it were in a book
Of modern sculpture I wouldn’t have thought it was done by an amateur.”
“you are innately modern, I guess” He describes the sculpture. From collar bone to thigh.
This is portion of a woman that he sculpts.. I’m tired of these Women without heads to rest their thoughts in. Without arms or hands to slap or tap mores code. Without legs to walk away on. Thoughtless immobile creatures. They are only sexy with all their child bearing organs in place.
The braggart fixes my collar. A thing I never pay attention to. Half tucked, half popped. I am neither rock nor rap.
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