Thursday, April 29, 2010

Sort of the thing, but not really.

And she'd had several close calls. Several times when she'd almost lost her way completely and shown her face in a bedroom that wasn't her own. Theresa had a habit of using her God given gifts to get her own dose of attention. Her gifts were curves, knowledge of music and odd German films, curves, and a hint of bisexuality. She knew how to hold men in the crook of her long finger and up here, up here she was tempted to use them for the powers of evil and not good. They had laid dormant for almost a decade, still working, their machinery still whirring but she was oblivious to the results. Men would look at her longer than what's considered proper, old men would burst right out into song. She thought her thighs were huge and her posterior even larger, and not worthy of any sort of attention other than scrutiny.
But here she was sad, and she knew how to make herself happy without the side effects of drugs or alcohol. She shook her powers out like a dusty rag rug and put it back them back on display. They weren't used to southern cleavage up here. No one showed their chest on account of the cold. Down south it's shown because it's hot. The women are hot, too. It's a birth right.

Side note: Good Lord I love Ralph Stanley.

These men and this itch
of chiggers racing across
red clay and white thighs

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