to be a single woman in america & aging to boot, one must have breasts that sing to the air (that never fall, that never sag, that never do anything but what the magazines show on
taking the podium & patting the eyes whilst whimpering, the genuine feeling in the air, which might naturally come from the massing of individuals together, gets sucked right out
needless to say she’s bursting at the seams--- she’s in her 30’s & she’s heard all the rumors that it’s downhill from here--- 24/7, like a teenage boy’s one track mind,
ushering in a special calm that no one human can ignore, even the most cut-throat murderer can be humbled by the gaze of that which has been referred to time & time again as
following the “suicide” of Aaron Swartz, a delightful punch has been driven into the gut of the empire, whose eyes now twitch & whose muscles now flinch, for the tables are turning,