Tuesday, March 4, 2014

The girl dressed as a boy, and played as a boy, and perhaps saw herself as a boy in the eyes of the strangers she approached in the street. Her ankles thin and hairless there under pants undersized or of a peculiar fashion. Her bindle strapped to her back with a belt. Her conversation was charming, and varied in subject, though not in intent, and in her rallies with herself between near misses she fantasized that the men she approached saw in her a young apprentice or a charming companion who could help to fulfill yearnings of a paternal nature. But the men, for all their graceful courtesy, entertained no such notions, or thought much of the girl at all.