Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I'm so unappealing from this angle

painted concrete babies
from the architechture building on floor 3;
let out early with leather folder briefcases
strung over their shoulders
waiting by the vending machines -
these kids conversed over coke-a-cola
and batted lashes
mascaraed to their book bags and pocket holders;
greasy hands from changing engines
under garage-sentiments
left over from table 5.

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