Friday, March 20, 2009
Shabu Shabu
A lot of Japanese girls come into my work, fucking tons. We get straight Pearl Harbored every day. I like them. They are so white, almost transparent, and doughy, like raw Pillsbury croissants. I was contemplating this today and I remembered this old one I wrote:
Shabu Shabu
Oriental girls walk together from the Shabu Shabu House with skin so dark they would make Hawaii jealous
They're arm n' arm, an intimacy reserved for the East, visible only to me upon importation, like anime or Pocky or special magic eye drops
Their flowy empire blouses may look dated on a white girl
Their tricot leggings may look dated on a white girl, if worn under mini skirts the way they don them
Their asymmetrical haircuts may look dated on a white girl
Their shoes are Chuck Taylor's which will never look dated on a white girl
They wear these items with a newness that suggests the height of fashion and picture of comfort
I heart them
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