In a French movie,

I’d ride a bike down

a cobblestone street,

narrow enough that the men

in outside cafes would drop

warm croissants as I passed,

the wind lifting my skirt

to show laced panties,

and I would smoke

my cigarette and laugh.

But I’m a woman

who lives in jeans.

not in a French movie.

I don’t smoke cigarettes,

and I’m as sexy

as a concrete street.

By Nolcha Fox

From: United States

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