walls of glass*

On a narrow hallway off to the left of the main stage, a row of private pleasure booth doors swing open and closed. Clicks of tokens in slots and glances of women adjusting themselves between customers.

She leans back; has a moment or two to herself. In the gallery of waist-down Mona Lisas, a pause before the next beholder.

the old master

Lorraine A Padden

* The title is taken from Shakespeare Sonnet V

walls of glass*

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