Lime Green Pant-suit and the Ultimate Weapon
by HFagelman ~ February 17th, 2012. Filed under: Poetry.After the razor knife fight
The ladies stood looking one at the other
Heavy breath blowing vapor in the late night chill
One Cuban and fat
The other skinny and black
Their glares cut more than the knives had
Blood dripping on the asphalt outside a strip mall grocery
We do our thing and make it safe
Investigatin’ and mitigatin’ and decisioning and what-not
Trying to make sense of the battle before us
Cuban lady don’t want to press charges ’cause
She will get the bitch later
Skinny black lady don’t either but suddenly she agitates begins to spit and yell and curse
It appears any moment the re-attack is iminent so I grab her and
Pat
Her
Down
You know, to make sure there are no more knives to cut, stab, slash, or otherwise open up a person like a lost letter
She wears a lime-green pantsuit, 70’s style, with wide lapels and bell-bottoms
I feel some strange lump on her right hip
Could be a bag of dope?
Nope.
She screams at me
“THATS RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER I DEFECATED MYSELF”
And stamps her right foot three times on the pavement causing
A perfectly round turd to fall out of her pants and sit accusingly on the black-top
It was the perfect weapon
We were all defeated
We let her go
She earned it
© 2012 Harry Fagel all rights reserved
February 17th, 2012 at 10:32
One of my favorite stories EVER!!