when I was walking home I walked into a prostitute
I didn't actually walk into her
but she loomed close and her eyes looked so diminutive
as if they weren't really there.
she was extremely close and it was quiet.
I was licking my lips.
which was "unfortunate";
implying firstly that I was interesting in pursuing her in some sort of business deal involving sexual intercourse
secondly that I was depraved
thirdly that I had a dirty mouth.
I started humming to myself after I walked past her.
that two seconds seemed to go on FOREVER