shirley ann
so i met shirley ann last night. 'bout midnight or so. she's lost more and more teeth over the years. i always see her, no, that's not true, there's about four folks who rotate on that corner. she's been around though for about 3 years or so. anyone who is a northern-cliff-dweller has seen her.
she has kids, but they live in new orleans. her parents are dead. she has a seizure disorder. if she gets enough money, she'll 'go to the motel.' jack came up and told me to be careful, 'they'll haul you off too.' scared? no, i wasn't scared.
shirley ann was embarassed about her shirt. i said, 'yeah that's a new one, haven't seen you wear it.' it was black and had big sequined letters on it that said 'SPOILED' and the 'L' was starting to come off and she was ashamed of that. 'but this was the only shirt i had that went with my skirt.' then we hugged and i said 'good-night.'
