Exit
from Umbrella Bones, page 4
Tokyo, 1998
2nd printing, 1999
$5 / ¥700
The loosened way she wore her hair,
the way it swung as she passed,
and her wooden heels dancing on the stairs,
these caught his ear and held his stare.
He shoved to follow her closely. She was moving fast.
The loosened way she wore her hair,
Lord, it fluttered as she passed. A healthy mare
would have a tail like that. She probably has
those wooden heels, dancing up the stairs,
only to please herself. She didn’t wear
a scent that he could smell, but it was late. It wouldn’t last.
The loosened way she wore her hair
pulled him up behind her and though he didn’t dare,
he longed to touch that waving moving mass.
Her wooden heels danced up the stairs
and he allowed her to vanish across the square.
He walks home, his eyes downcast—
the loosened way she wore her hair,
the wooden heels dancing up the stairs!