Inscape 04 FINAL - Pasadena City College

his hand and smiled at me. “How many people can
say that?
“Not many.” I felt strangely relieved.
“I could tell you were impressed by my
schedules as we rode the 256.”
I gasped. “You knew I was looking at you?
“Yes.” His voice was hypnotic as he took
my hand. His skin was warm and soft. “I knew
I would see you again. I could tell you were
different from other people.
“How?
“From your schedules.”
I looked down to see several bundles of
schedules had fallen out of my open backpack,
and the other 200 schedules were in plain sight.
Mr. RTD laughed softly. His gray eyes twinkled
under the fluorescent lights.
It has been a glorious year since I first
met Mr. RTD. We live across the street from the
downtown RTD main office. Whenever he rides the
bus, I ride alongside him. My pink suitcase is
filled with schedules, and I wear a nametag
labeled “Mrs. RTD.”
A NTHONY C ASTRO
You Make Masturbation Fun Again
Like rolling dice.
I am wet with a dry thought,
Sweet with a short beginning
Skechers
With You,
Sex is sexy, Love is lovely.
The uncut kiss, the brutal slit.
The laugh of an easy tit.
You make it fun again
Like rolling dice.
My husband hates my tennis shoes–
they make him scream and run.
But all my trendy hip-hop friends
think they’re a lot of fun.
L ISA K ELL Y
“I thought that you liked Skechers, dear,”
I innocently said.
“Besides, it was a two for one.”
He looked at them with dread.
The black and white, the silver stripe,
the chunky, doughy base
offended his aesthetic sense
and took up too much space.
“Wear what you like, my darling wife–
your style’s your own,” he said.
Then he unlaced my tennis shoes
and took me straight to bed.
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