A friend of a friend set me up on a date last night, but the prospective man didn’t appear and your hand walking queer was left on her own to pay for the five glasses of wine she nursed while watching the door. Sitting at the bus stop (my car has broke down again) I was eating my way through a box of a dozen Krispy Kremes when I saw a man approach listening to his ipod and feeling the music.
He stood there shaking his behind and mouthing the words. It felt beautiful to me that he could be so enthralled in his own little world bumping along to his own beat, nearly oblivious of all around him. It lifted my spirits as I made my way home to have my diet milkshake for dinner all alone.Yours and forever,
Iris Myandowski (The hand walking queer)
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