Because of you I am on my way to Paris (accepted for publication)
Because of you I am on my way to Paris Change the tire , he said as he threw the jack and nut wrench on the asphalt lot, consider it your last dance lesson . Then he walked away into the bar. I set the carousel on fire, but music kept ringing in my ears like the voice of history taking a crap in grandfather’s outhouse. I was born with the knowledge of the wind on the tip of my cock. I turned around and started walking en pointe , thumbed a ride to Paris. © Sergio A. Ortiz, June 12 , 2010