Gargoyle 37/38Cover Photo of Louise BrooksPublished 1/1/1990
One head takes me down to venice for foreign films with hot reputations & a cutrate price. we suck natural popcorn in the dark, i let him crowd me into his armpit, i let him touch me so he can feel lucky.
Another head takes me across town to restaurants in hollywood & orders stuffed chicken legs & lemonade made with artificial sweetener. the service of the third world servants pleases him, they lift the legs with tongs & lay them on my plate ‘look sir,’ they say, ‘she’s smiling already.’
They call me, those heads, they feel me out, they pick up the check & woosh open the door from the restaurant, the door to the car, they say they don’t wanna play games, they wanna be real, honesty makes the head harder i uncross my legs & put my hands on my knees.
What woman don’t look good in restaurant lighting i paid good money for jafra foundation white stick so i don’t look so old my eyelashes glitter with technology & advanced yoga technique hold the sags back.
He is wearing shaving lotion squeezed from the testicles of beavers. i am wearing robes that close at the neck keep my shape a mystery.
Dessert is ordered & we talk; my ex-old man, his current old lady boys & girls at war & how much of a feminist are you examples of bitches he has known you’re over thirty & should probably think marriage putting the hump back into a doggish throw down & how not to intimidate men with stories of lesbian love race relations: black dick head asks if I prefer white white dick head asks for the truth: is black dick head bigger?I am sweet i guarantee& all i want is dinner