Sunday, March 18, 2012

anecdote #231 - N

as it was dawning that I
had strong opinions
on something as banal as
ankles, I went to point
on N's forearms. astounded
– there can be such
(no word for it but) beauty?
– tapered wrists, plump
forearms like cyclists calves.


Lodo Grdzak said...

"Where's me spinach?"

Pearl said...

Popeye, Michelangelo's David. There are many beautifuls.