for a bus
, seeing a film w/ a friend, but no one's there & the Buhne is a bucket holding cleaning supplies. she said, "TODAY! in a women's DAY! lost, O! lost lives & communications down! there's no life left to twitter!" & giggled, the labia curtains softly contracting & then hard,explosive as she leaped, holding an iPhone forth & thru like a candelabra
in a way which was never before asked if it was legal or if it's gf could use "good dick" or if it's stone-face could turn bubblegum @ a pinch or &c.
she danced w/ her hips toward the upturned chairs & the lights dimmed &
for a bus,
because everyone could use reminders
, as they dimmed, her upheld hand shone like a beacon
for no one, who came