The Wise Man

“Be like the wise man.”
She licked her thumb.
“The wise man? I’ll have you know the wise man ain’t so wise!”
I caressed air.
“What? You dare question my honesty?”
She moved her hips around like a planet.
“Yes… no. I mean… yes I question everything. Just yesterday I interrogated that mime on the corner of tenth street.”
My arms felt uneasy.
“Really? Why do such a thing? What did he tell you?”
She fondled her slick cleverness.
“He didn’t say one word. Though, he did point to an old pornography shop.”
My tongue got sweet.
“Oh? Was it open?” She asked.
“Nope. Closed for winter.”
I ate handfuls of humbleness.


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