URNotAlone

Forsyth Street Modeling Agency

September 23rd, 2006 8:00 pm MDT

"Forsyth Street Modeling Agency"(an urban fantasy) hanging by a threadthis long month passing too quicklyone day I was shining brightlybut no moving forwardnot anymoreI pass the afternoonlooking for work and dancing through trafficI think my place is two blocks awayright down the crosswalkwith everyone watchingthese men around the tablein the middle of the park in themiddle of townsay they would be glad to know me one daythen one grabs his crotchyes, he's funny that wayhe'll be there to support me at my fashion show later tonighthe asks me to touch him therein hopes that things will turn out all rightThe snake is a good luck snakeand I could use some good luck somehowso I grab hold as tightly as I canI'm hanging by a threadhanging by a thread"wish me luck" I think I said.    .      .      .      .a few hours latermy wet skirt is foundin the bushes a block or so downoh no...I missed the fashion show--where did the time go?--so I take my seat where my hands are tied downat the center of the parkin the middle of townand wait for the men to let me incause I am their girlwith the bargain bin shawlthrust over my headwith sundress over jeanswhich will all be off in a minutethe city's a cast iron potand I'm bubbling deep in it...