The safety of others
Large, masculine, virile, erect. His shadow cast over me, southeast to northwest. The illusion of musky protection which glides heavy on the wind to blow my hair in every direction. Safe with a stranger. Has it really gotten this bad? Have we really devolved this far we no longer need proof or even to settle for lies?
Stranger on a train, ten paces to the left and we become damsel in distress, tied to the tracks just up ahead. You’ll come to your untimely demise, testing things out the old-fashioned way. Scattered limbs, 100-mile an hour blood. Steaming remains of girls who suckled the lying breast.
The last minute long past, it’s time to board the train, lugging your own damn valise.
21 January 2008 at 9:03 pm
Yes, but surely you make some big strong man put your valise up on the rack for you, don’t you? I always do (and if he won’t offer, I make sure it hits him on the head when I pull it down).
21 January 2008 at 9:14 pm
She’ll be lying there a long time if she’s waiting for a Metropolitan Line train. [It *is* Metropolitan, isn’t it? These line colours can be so confusing, can’t they?]
22 January 2008 at 6:22 pm
Z, why can I totally see you hitting some man on the head with your valise?
Maybe it’s because I’m a New Yorker, but I don’t share the sentiment. I feel resentful and mistrustful of anyone who offers to carry my suitcase, or any of my other various baggage.
22 January 2008 at 7:20 pm
I find it interesting to how you split the two gender metaphors, the masculine over the feminie, for the first bit. Suddenly, at the end, the feminine was suckling on a teet. A little twist, makes one pause to consider.
Breasts are always a lie.
22 January 2008 at 7:58 pm
Z: Come sit next to me on the train, darling, maybe some of that moxie will rub off on me.
AUW: Is that purple or brown? I can never tell. Oh well, at least she won’t have people bumping into her and elbowing her in the rib and such as she waits.
Marcelle: Resentment and mistrust, yes, that’s what this is about, in a way (as much as my jumbled thoughts are about anything).
2ndhandsoul: Ssshhh. Don’t say the ‘B’ word again. Between this post and the last you wouldn’t believe the keyword searches I’m getting…
22 January 2008 at 8:11 pm
I imagine that a search for ‘purple dinosaur breast’ will lead us here. :-)
23 January 2008 at 12:43 am
many lie inside us, eh?
24 January 2008 at 4:50 pm
Clarissa: I most certainly hope not! I have a reputation to maintain, you know. [No comments from the peanut gallery, please…]
Peach: That could be interpreted in many ways, and they probably all apply. :)
24 January 2008 at 9:57 pm
Bloody Freudians.