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July 18, 2005
mona lisa's sister
a note from the wingman
i drove past the park where i kissed the mona lisa's sister tonight. i heard they say she still doesn't smile, but they just don't know, man. they just don't know. the bench is sitll there, the trees are a little bigger now -- not that you can tell. the flowers smell the same, and Bob Marley hasn't changed his tune. i know you wouldn't want him to, redemption songs are always welcome around here.
she was so wet that night, it was raining you might say, she was soaked down to her sandals and the heat was rising off her like she was blacktop in august, shimmering, wet heat. the corners of her mouth turned up that night, they had the habit, they had the inclination. tonight, though, tonight i couldn't tell you. she might be in california, she might be on mars for all i know.
i was following a taxi tonight, followed it past the park, followed those red lights to the stop sign and he turned left and i kept going, down to the water, i had a full tank of gas and an hour to kill and i parked next to the wharf and smoked until the pack was empty. the smoke just disappeared into the atmosphere like an old love affair, sweet in your mouth and then gone. i'll never forget the way she rolled her lips together after she put her lipstick on the next morning, clicking the lipstick thing closed and looking in the mirror, studying.
that chick knows what a smile is, there is no dark corner in her smile, nothing held back, she smiles like the roots of an oak tree smile. it's permanent.
... but tonight the bench in the park was as empty as my pockets, and when you get the blues on the moon, you go with them, cause brother, you aint gonna win a fight with that animal. call me if you need me, i'm just around the corner.
wing
I got his number, just in case.
posted by matthew at 02:08 AM
I got his number, too. But he never answers. I always get his machine. Costs me a minute. My calling plan always rounds up to the next minute, even when I hang up right away. What's up with that? I'm not calling him again until I get a new plan. I'm thinking of going with Jamie Lee Curtis. Does she still have a plan?
posted by: Jack on July 19, 2005 03:03 PM
OK 2 questions
1. Why are your pockets empty after a night with Mona Lisa's sister?
2. Did she tell you her name?
phssssssssst Jack, haven't you seen Jamie Lee Curtis doing interviews on the Red Carpet? She's such a total biatch!!!
posted by: Care on July 26, 2005 07:37 PM