marketplace

on the side of the road there were three women dressed in extravagant outfits setting their wares on pretty blankets on the pavement. one was selling kisses in the back of your ear, a cheek gently rubbing against your hair, eyes lost in your eyes. the other one was selling arguments that make no sense, cul-de-sacs masquerading as feelings, incomprehensible actions. the third had a ticket to south america and a wink. i bought them all. i am a rich girl right now, after all.