Maybe I shouldn't stare at girls all the time, but I'm not sure what harm it does...
My gaze doesn't carry the weight of the patriarchy
There was a woman in a maroon car, license # something four seven four
Straight brown hair, sharp nose, very proud nose in profile
Handsome nose, face in repose, thinking or singing along:
Rock Rock Rock n Roll lobster
Rough right hand on the steering wheel
Rough hand looks like a man's hand
A rough hand being gentle can be so much softer than a soft hand
Am I making sense?
I tried to see her left hand
I was looking for a wedding band
I tried to picture her with a man
I couldn't but I never can
I tried to picture me on the seat beside her
Then I woke up and the k.d. lang record was skipping on the turntable