Walk of Shame

All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
-- David Bowie Young American

This morning on the metro a woman who was so obviously on a walk of shame entered the car I was in. Wearing last night's smudged make up, she teetered over on scuffed heels to an empty seat and arranged her long sculpted legs under her trench. It was obvious from my vantage point that her stockings were riddled with tears. Blue green smudges darkened at her wrist and clavicle. She kept her eyes down but maintained a wistful grin before exiting at Bonaventure. I suppose she was rushing home to look for a turtle neck.

Well, at least someone in this city is getting laid.

Rachel **