Cosmetic clouds reveal truth rightly: m.a.

An Ode to Women or: Beautevil, Part III

Thus begins. Blank white card. Blank like the rain falling from a gutter. We walk together under the scattered pavilions obliquely. Our bodies enter and exit each testtubile in a manner suited for plants. Sleekly pulling up to another, conversation begins. Another brings up the issue, it laid bare on the pavement, now hovers bare [...]