| To Mr. Shawaz: |
[11 Oct 2003|12:23pm] |
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mood |
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music |
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"The Boys of Summer" by DJ Sammy |
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How you put me to shame, driving a cab... another anonymous shadow. Realizing how spoiled and fat I was despite my meager physical girth. How bland and stupid; a slice of Canadian wonder bread. Silly teasing that made me laugh in embarrassment. Lilting punctuation like the Hungarian shepherdess or an ancient sitar. Oh how I longed for cumin on my tongue. You admonished me w/flair and courting within 30 minutes. Dark cocoa twisted into creative engagements. I wanted to see your long fingers; your dusky chest. See the wisdom of one who has truly built a door and gone through it. Flashing grin like the infant devil that lingered for days in my soul. True humility. True love that passed like my first taste of pear from a tree.
Perhaps in another life you can be my little sister and buy me gifts and love me. But we both know what you have in mind when you say this. Perhaps one day I'll wake up and be enlightened; my eyes no longer blue and vacuous. Deep brown like the earth, like the Ganges... like coffee unconsumed.
Signed,
Girl in the back of your Cab
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