(Photo is of the back of the Asbury Park Casino, which has now been demolished)
Posted this over at Gorelets a while back, kind of not caring about anything like rights or publication. Over time, it’s kind of grown on me.
The frown remains under her make up. Children
have pointed and cried all day, and the fathers
grabbed their crotches and winked at her, saying
“Want to make some side money?” All of that
is just a day’s work, from birthday parties
to bar mitzvahs and beyond. It’s all different
in her studio apartment. Tucked under her quilt,
she dreams a pasty white figure, eyes lined black,
striped shirt, suspenders and black lips over
white teeth. He feels the air as if it’s a wall,
and he’s groping for the corner.