American Angst

I want to write a story in black and white photos with an emphasis on shadow. Swimming like Pisces fishes. I know a man who doesn't believe in mixing races. That makes me an object. I explained it like this: he's interested in hook's theory of eating the other. Basically, I'm one of the waiting slave girls in ropes and a gag. Referred to as a confection. Either way, it is the taboo and bitterness that makes for a fine fuck. Kind of like missionary work. Sometimes, hatred fuels the thrusts. Conversations about war time sex crimes. He spoke German and I came. Wacky Charleston dancing with bananas around my waist like Josephine Baker. Cried in the tub.