One in Every Crowd
“She smokes like a movie star, making sweeping semicircles with her forearms and revealing glamorous cheekbones with every inhale. When she exhales, a perfectly lipsticked stream of silver escapes her mouth between bits of story. I could watch her smoke until the sun showed up. I’m a Player’s Light regular peasant; she’s a Benson and Hedges Ultra Light King Size Menthol diva.
We were interrupted by a squeal that belonged to a permed and tinted blonde in a beige pantsuit and dyed-to-match pumps. ...She sniffed her way through our smoking circle to kiss the poet on both cheeks and hug her without really touching.
“Oh my God,” the blonde exclaimed, “I thought that was you. You look fabulous. Haven’t changed a bit. It’s been a long time. When did we graduate? Nineteen seventy …”
The poet blanched, and interrupted her. “Ivan, this is …”
“Diane. I’m Diane. We went to high school together. Oh, I could tell you some stories.”
The poet cleared her throat and took a long drag from her cigarette.MoreLess
We were interrupted by a squeal that belonged to a permed and tinted blonde in a beige pantsuit and dyed-to-match pumps. ...She sniffed her way through our smoking circle to kiss the poet on both cheeks and hug her without really touching.
“Oh my God,” the blonde exclaimed, “I thought that was you. You look fabulous. Haven’t changed a bit. It’s been a long time. When did we graduate? Nineteen seventy …”
The poet blanched, and interrupted her. “Ivan, this is …”
“Diane. I’m Diane. We went to high school together. Oh, I could tell you some stories.”
The poet cleared her throat and took a long drag from her cigarette.MoreLess
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