Where the rubber meets the road?
Shoe sole meets the footbridge I mean.
I had a photo shoot that needed someone
new, a new face, even naive, so I called Mike,
earlier he said he had someone.
“No,” he said. “She left her
husband for an older guy so
now she doesn’t want to work.”
“She found what she was looking
for.” I said.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“It could have been you, you know.”
“I doubt it, he had money.”