on a sidestreet

Everyone here is maimed somehow. A pimply girl shuffles along, her head tipping back like a narcoleptic, she is nodding on something, coming unwound with each step. There’s a man dragging his leg along behind him like an unwanted burden. Then a skinny guy in hightops with breasts bouncing under his t-shirt rushes into one of the doorways. A round woman who guides her electric wheelchair with flipper limbs whirs past an old man with a bandage around his neck like an ascot. An elegant woman with upswept hair and three fingers in a claw-shaped cast is telling a story to no one. Then the nodding girl doubles back, tucks herself into the shade of a ghetto palm and gives in to the sleep that she can’t outrun.

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3 Responses to “on a sidestreet”


  1. 1 Condalmo August 10, 2008 at 8:43 pm

    Zero comments? From anybody? Really?

    Nice site.

  2. 3 Fred Scharmen August 12, 2008 at 12:19 am

    Aye, that’s a good one. Like an opening scene.


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