Sad little Sophie in her pretty prom dress. <\/p>\n
She was forgotten, an “oversight” and not on the list. We left without
\ntaking a step. I never even saw the room full of prettied people
\nwaiting. I sat in the foyer, an empty twenty minutes sitting on a
\nbench, before she came out crying. Her graduation into real-life
\nbitternes a moment too soon. I know the feeling, the forgotten. I eat
\nmy disapointment. I swallow it with it’s spikes and nails like hard
\nglittering candy. <\/p>\n
With her and her friend, *she who has seen terrible movies of which I
\ncan only dream*, we went to Blenz. We met a man with a wonderful name,
\nBurton Samograd. He joined us for coffee and went with us after to
\nTafs. I think for us, he may have saved the evening slightly, though I
\ndon’t know. He also left us with his bill. Afterwards, we
\nfractured. Splitting at the Skytrain station. I waited at Broadway with
\nSophie for her mother before getting on a bus filled with drunk people
\nhaving fun.<\/p>\n
So no prom tonight. No prom for me nor Sophie, though perhaps she will
\nbe along with someone else’s. I ran into T. Paul while getting her a
\ncorsage to pin to the bag. He saw the irony of my going to such a
\nthing. he laughed a bit before walking on. It seems somehow destined,
\nin a bitterself way, that the evening was not to be. A pity as well, in
\na way, for no SinCity tonight, no dancing at fetish night. I will have
\nto wait until next month and I need to go move.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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