RHommel Posted August 11, 2010 Share Posted August 11, 2010 This is the last one I have with bad language, but I think it's the best one with bad language I have. Just Outside the Tunnel Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Come on, little girl… he sneered as I scurried past, pulling two big suitcases, kid sister in tow, down 42nd Street just outside the tunnel where she dropped us off pushing ten bucks into my hand on her way to the west side. Those were the days before danger, before Giuliani, before I lost my virginity to "Todd from Exton" on the train home from New York to my father's house. “You fucking creep! Do you have any idea how old my daughter is??!!” he spat into the receiver while I lay hiding under the blankets of my pink canopy bed feigning sleep. Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Get high, little girl? You'd think it was high noon the way the lights lit up the place, people spilling out of the theaters in their furs after the last show, while men in trench coats ducked into windowless doors under the shadow of the insipid marquis blinking two and a half red Xs a glimmer of guilt in their quickened steps. The days before fear, before the war on drugs, before I ran away to Bourbon Street drinking my way through twelve states four fiancées and too many thankless jobs to count. “What do you mean I have to tip you out, you fuckwad? What did you do to protect me from that creep?” Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Got a dime, little girl? Focus… focus! Eyes straight ahead now. Remember, don't look them in the eye. Don't look! Only two more blocks to Times Square and then it's the shuttle to Grand Central the four or the six uptown but not the Express! And whatever you do don’t go past 86th because then you'll be in Harlem and Harlem is no place for you this time of night. They were the days before love the days before hate… no strike that the days before apathy the days when little girls were safe from crumbling towers and angry fucking hurricanes and pizza kitchen murders and stupid, stupid, creepy boys. The days that blend together now and disappear between the shadows and the lights on 42nd Street just outside the tunnel. ~Rachel J. Hommel Audio version here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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