automatic writing at mango mike's
by dharmaandgregfanficdotgeocity
and then i am left,
at the upmarket stretch of sand
straddling this most unremarkable state,
quietly flicking my thumb against the blue lighter.
but it's too windy, at the water's edge
in an unremarkable state,
where no one recognizes me,
that bagpipes start playing
the wind acts against my fingers,
they are too delicate, too feminine,
no callousness ever affixed to these,
my ten silken extremities.