I Invest In Elephants

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he has a wide body. it could crush an elephant.
i’m 42.
he had the need to reveal his age. his hair is thinning.
he sells commercial real estate. it is interesting talking to a man
you know can kill you with his hands. you would like to be fucked
by someone who could kill you if he felt like it.
you are attracted to his dark eyes that look like coffee grains and the violence
belied by his small talk.
you don’t have the desire or the wherewithal to get to know him.
you have seen an elephant felled with a gunshot.
he talks to a woman with an ugly face and handsome large breasts.
the rest of her is the body of a small man.
you see her from time to time. you haven’t said anything to her.
you remember seeing her from the side and from the front and the
time she walked by you to get to a chair.
she wears glasses with black thick rims that fail to make her look intelligent.
you don’t care to know her.
you would like to hold her breast. you would like to see the
man who can crush an elephant with his wide body fuck her.
you return to the image of her breast. her face is the same
as you remember not having seen it open its mouth.
there is blood in it.