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Heat of the moment,

heat of the day,

I pulled my top up,

I held it up.

Side of the highway

I cheered loudly,

as the cyclists went by,

making a spectacle of myself.

I don’t know why

but, wow, it felt right!

Only later,

after seeing some pictures

and reading some nonsense

did I think about it

in a rational sense.

It seems I have become a minor celebrity,

albeit anonymous and almost faceless

(the pictures focus on my chest).

Today’s pseudo-sensation,

tomorrow’s forgotten,

lost assignation.

And so,

I thought,

simpering to myself,

wondering

what my subconscious motivations were

to show everyone watching

my breasts

(and, yes, I knew there was a TV camera there).

Was it a childish attempt to seduce,

or to cheer

(after all, what man doesn’t like looking at breasts?),

or was I proving my womanhood,

indulging a maternal instinct

(“Hey, guys, come suckle,

land of milk and honey!”).

Perhaps it was an act of rebellion

(“Not fuck me,

more fuck you!),

a fun one, I would add.

Maybe I was doing what society expects,

a crazy woman-child, immature,

gone wild.

Conceivably, I’m an exhibitionist.

Could be, I’m a mere pawn.

Feasibly, I wanted to fluster.

Definitely, I wanted to make guys smile

(to an extent hard).

I don’t know

but it felt thrilling

and

je ne regrette rien.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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She wasn’t the most attractive child.

In fact, her vibe was typical arrogant teenager.

I felt an immediate dislike,

as I watched her walk by,

waiting for the lights to change.

But somehow

something suddenly clicked in me,

and I saw this girl for what she actually was,

a creation…

Imperfect,

perhaps,

but infinitely more complex

and better than anything else her parents could have mustered

(think crappy woodwork projects).

Indeed, a real, live creation…

The thought bounced around in my head,

and suddenly I felt the urge to procreate.

The hope of humanity

was stirred in me.

Whereas yesterday,

I had scorned the refugees

who gave birth in warzones

(Imagine bringing life into such hell!),

now

I got it…

The fundamental human need to bring forth new life,

The ultimate in works,

Creation,

Hope,

God in us,

God through us.

Life goes on.

Somehow.

©ddr7hd

Something about love,

Valentine’s Day, so they say.

… Platitudes hollow.

©ddr7hd

The child’s face showed she didn’t approve.

It wasn’t sweet, true,

but I liked it.

Perhaps my taste was moderated,

I reasoned,

by an adult’s appreciation of cost, convenience and health.

Indeed, adult considerations.

As I reflected upon such realities

the juice tasted better

and better,

beyond banalities.

Such is life.

Get used to it, kid!

 

©ddr7hd