Rosy Retrospection

His small eyes swivel around.

They rest on you, eying your poodle skirt warily.

You daren’t breathe,

although that could be up to your new nylon slimmer.

You can hear the small voice

coming through the telephone receiver. Apple butter.

“What are you doing giving our telephone number to a Negro?”

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