30 July 2010

Life, long.

Waiting for a new Leo to arrive and my best girl should be cooled with gold-tipped palm fronds, her feet massaged with fresh rosewater, flown in straight from Damascus. But girl of mine, being the sort who wears Bittersweets hoops with a perfect rope of pearls, is at work. After all, why else do yellow taxi cabs exist, if not to spirit a lady in early labor way uptown, to husband and hospital.

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