pulpbrain

i was walking with my boyfriend in the city and we came upon a half dead homeless man lying recumbent in an alley
my prada bag dangled on my elbow as i bent over with arms akimbo, staring at this man
all ruddy cheeks and graying stubble
“hey there sailor, you wanna fuck? five dollars”
he mumbled feebly, trembled, and his eyes welled up with gin-scented tears.
“natalie, you’re embarrassing me, oh my g--get away from that filthy thing!! Oh, you do get awfully feisty when you’re drunk.”

She had a peculiar charm all her own

tonight, i sat down on the sidewalk and watched the setting sun fade into the sky's cosmic gradient
for hours it seemed