Refuse

The old lady said she liked to collect penises. She told me she
picked up the penises that no one else wanted. Supposedly
they were all over the place. An especially good place to look
was under beer cans. She said she made things with these
penises: macrame' hats, Christian greeting cards, fishtank
ornaments.

I wanted to ignore her. But she fished something out of her
tattered Nordstrom bag and held it up for me. The silky flesh
caught the sunlight through the bus window just so. The penis
seemed to be a fine penis. Though I'm no expert. I smiled at
the old lady, careful not to make eye contact.