i was listening to a recording of

ginsberg reading howl at work tonight

and this woman got out of her expedition, walked in with her

face all scrunched up, and then allen

read the part about the who that

sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset

the woman's face scrunched up some more when she heard that

he kept going about how they woke up red eyed in the morning ready to sweeten the snatch of the sun rise

and her face scrunched up even more

i didn't think it was possible, but at the flashing buttocks under barns

she scrunched up and twisted her features

even more inhumanly

it was getting scary, so i ran over to the ghetto blaster and shut it off before he started talking about whoring

her face stayed contorted like that until she left

i could only see two (straightwhite) teeth when she said thankyou

with a distinct tone of disgust in her voice

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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