cracked sideways like a lover crossed and molested, having been turned inside and out into streets where the stone curbs are ragged from the teeth. she felt me up, rubbed my back in circular ways that made me embarrassed and yet hard for her. stockings that covered naked pubis, breasts smooth and soft and wasted, hands that were always tired from lying. i was just another in a series of nooses, a line of victims turned perpetrators, flaccid cocks marred with her lipstick.