- Well, that’s just delightful
- Spindly, embroil, charlatan
- Crying won’t help you
She was long and lean, spindly. She walked with a gangly gait.
She kept a small pistol within easy reach at all times and; she didn’t own a car.
She was a con and a charlatan, who ran a three card Monte game. A different corner every day
on a cardboard box…
easy to fold away…
easy to move if it got too hot…
We became embroiled with one another when I was sixteen.
She was twenty-one.
She gave me my first kiss.
She tasted of rye and cigarettes.
I was smitten.