Angelita's feet

I pressed my soles up against Angelita’s feet. Their roughness told lies about the city life with country side honesty. Oh, woe is me. For we are the same size. She keeps them flat on the ground. Yes she gets around town, sidestepping anonymous bottled blondes; engraved faces read: This life’s body is his who makes the highest bid. Let’s not kid ourselves about the way this really is...