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Seven and Nine

When I was a child, all I ever wanted to be was an adult. Then I woke up one day and wishes had turned to horses except the unicorn had neither wings nor horn. I asked the wise man Mr C why and he said that for me to see them, I had to use my mind’s eyes.  Was he asking me to think like a child or like an adult?  I suspected it was the former but I had bad news for him.

I had no more innocence left in me. In fairytales a kiss awakens a prince but in this life mere words turn to poison the moment they touch the lips. I once lost a portion of my innocence to the tick tock of the clock and later lost the whole lot in deep brown eyes that danced excitedly whenever the host’s tongue spewed venom. The unicorn finally got its wings and in the place of the mind grew its horn.

They tell you 5 + 4 = 9 but so does 7 + 2 and that and that and that. A child knows but the adult understands. What you see isn’t always what you get and sometimes what you get isn’t what you deserve. So what do you wish me to do with mere conjecture my dearest June? He says he loves me to death but he will be loving Pearl tomorrow. My mother insists he’s being truthful on both days. That’s the fault in his nature, she says. It’s like 5+4 but instead of getting 9, you repeatedly keep getting 7 when 9 is what you should be getting. And then one day you wake up and realize 9 too wasn’t it.

So you see June, when that man walked up to me and said he loved me, I looked him in the eye and said, “I love you too.”  You think me cruel but I did us both a favor. He appeared before me in his princely armor on a four wheeled beast with promises of a happily ever after on a Hugh Hefner budget heart. His words reeked of expired saliva from the four wenches he bought from the brothel up on Alm Street that’s right above the Baptist  church. He says he’s looking for a good girl to take to his mother. He thinks I’m it. He’s right. We’re soul mates. We deserve each other.

He doesn’t know. I’m the second wench who was dressed in a black dress with yellow strips around the waist whose tits he said were the best he had ever tasted. Yes we met on Alm Street on a Sunday right outside the Baptist church. But Saturday night was our first. He thinks I’m playing hard to get when I turn down his proposals but he already had me at 7 and 9. I am just waiting for him to realize that 10-1=9 too.

Because when we were kids, all we ever wanted to be was adults. Me a woman, and he a man. We both got what we wanted.

And it was neither 7 nor 9.

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