The Feline Fatale

"Now I mean, it just wasn't fair. Her dress fit so tight it almost split the seams. Too many chocolate malts. And she walked around on heels so high they looked like little stilts. She walked like a drunken cripple, staggering around the room. A glorious dizziness of flesh."  - charles bukowski

[VOICE OVER] 

January air is an envelope

Put the money inside

Leave your heart on my doorstep and

Those cigarettes in the trash

A mummy unwrapping is a bandage dress that

I'm not letting you in

You're taking my punchlines straight to the gut

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no

Get the hell out of here's, no

Please don't ever leave me again's

An airport is a calendar

A tight skirt is me penciling you in

I've got a tight schedule but I need words

The road to hell is paved

With SOMETHING OLD AND SOMETHING

NEO-NOIR

January long-sleeves are a bookmark

A telephone booth is a place that

I SHOULDN'T BE CHANGING

A short fuse is a long skirt is my hips are

A film movement from the 1940s

Emphasis on the word movement

[DIALOGUE OVER THE CLINKING 

OF COFFEE CUPS AND TEASPOONS] 

Careful, my coffee

....

Your boobs didn't used to be so big

Because I was too skinny? 

A knock at the door

January is a dissenter

Is the twelfth angry man 

The only vote of NOT GUILTY

Now I can keep my food and my secrets down

Shaking me down like I know the score

I've been too hungry for answers, for a conclusion

Burning stomach on the back burner

Pancakes for dinner is either a distraction

Or exactly what we've been looking for

We'll have to see

If this is syrup or poison

[MUSIC, TRUMPETS MOSTLY. 

JAZZ. THE SOUND OF A DOOR 

CREAKING OPEN AND SLAMMING SHUT]

flower crown by Blue Velvet Vintage on the north loop drag in Austin, TX bluevelvetaustin.com

crop hoodie by American Apparel http://store.americanapparel.net/

pencil skirt by Forever 21 www.forever21.com