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getting a pedicure

May 28, 2007 on 12:03 am | In flesh, queer |

the woman asks me if i’d like a wax

and, as i look up from reading david wojnarowicz

i remember the proud man

at the bathes.

i was 19. he, much older.

3,4,5am

‘hey beautiful, do you like my new wax?’

i shiver/shudder/etc

and pull myself back into my pedicure chair

thinking of reasons why i shouldn’t post this on my blog.

who is going to judge me, my experience, etc.

but this is my memory to own, for better or worse.

as she paints my toenails, i tell her ‘no wax.’