My Cardboard Balcony

Here's Looking At You by Belinda Roddie Humphrey Bogart's fedora started talking to me last night when I was on the phone with my sister-in-law, who was filing for divorce. The movie playing on my TV was Casablanca, and the fedora had a very nice set of white teeth and it didn't spit when it talked. I can't remember what it said but I don't think it'll matter when my brother knocks on my door, bawling.

She walked out with eyelashes bristling fire, her lips molten lava melting into her tongue as she licked the ripe skin. Bosom bulging outward to complete the volcano. And probably most of the boys in the room were about to erupt. Instead, I clapped. Then I took her hand and escorted her to the small corner table reserved for us, where we'd watch the show.