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It's Like
This
Richard
Ostrander
It isn't just the writing for example; it's like this page. If only we
wrote half as much as one read or thought; we'd write volumes. So it isn't the
writing, it's the making! And don't forget the why of it; the rest is just
by-product.
It's like this; I'm driving down the street. I see two guys holding hands.
Now normally that don't bother me but still I don't think I could go that
route.
It's like this; I'm sitting in the City Café in Schwabing, Munich.
Everything's so Euro here because it is Europe, what with the free form chairs
and modern track lighting. I'm reading "Der Spiegel" but it ain't my
reflection I'm looking at, it’s a pair of stretch pants and the heart shaped
ass that's in them.
She turns left on Troatenwolf Strasse. I do too. We pass under the old
archway that's so typical here, this old architecture and the modern art
esthetic. The dance bars are barely beginning to open at eleven p.m. She stops
at "Parapluie's" and brushes past the bouncer, but I gotta pay my seven D-mark.
Inside it's disco ball, DJ, and techno. She's dancing amongst a throng of
bodies and I weave my way over. By accident I bounce into her on purpose and
in English say, "Excuse me." I learn she's Irish. We're swaying to
the beat - off beat. But it’s okay, in Europe they dance on thorazine.
As we engage in inane conversation number 101, she laughs at my jokes and I
know I'm in there. I ask her back to my place and offer no pretence. She
accepts. My apartment's in HeidHaussen off Milch Gasse. We take the S-bahn
over the Isar and then walk the rest of the way.
Her blouse is damp from dancing, accentuating the swells and hollows of her
torso. She shivers and I wrap an arm around her. She feels like a coiled
spring; a snake only warm blooded on this cool June night.
In my apartment, she unbuttons her blouse and now it’s me who shivers. A
kiss is given and both sides surrender any pride whatsoever. Afterwards, she
dresses in the dark, leans over and kisses me chastely on my bald head. She
says "It's wonderful like this." And she's gone..
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