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Knew Well The Dimensions of Women
by
Daniel Gallik
A figure advancing, apparently
to its crown, stopped, stared
and looked rested and revived
as a single sedan passed a stop
sign. The woman did not even
take a leer at the offender. I
said to myself, Why the hell do
things happen so damn quietly?
The woman seemed risen, risen
from the dead winter ground. I
said, Damn, I wouldn’t want her.
Like she seemed like she had been
through ditches and hedges. I
whispered, I am worried she is
going to place her damn eyes on
me. Her unusual size seized me.
Did not say a word. Angry music
came into me and stayed. Had to
do her housework now. She kissed
me with her deep and shaky eyes.
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