Monday, August 24, 2009

Sicilian girl

Looking sideways,
two black daggers.
I sense the danger. No need to talk, it says.
I chuckle and spread my irony and
my misplaced sense of curiosity.
Me, stupid white man.
The only possible thing left would be
to go there
strike her hair.
Sure. Like I dare to
caress a jaguar in the