the little girl
on the train
stared at me
curiously
and I could
only smile
at the youthful
innocence/ignorance
and the lack
of manners
that allowed her to
gaze so hard
so long...
but as she turned away
to talk to her father
I noticed one of the
barrettes in her hair--
it looked like a "69"
"Noo" I said to myself
"That can't be..."
I looked a little closer-    

maybe it's two faces...
maybe it's a cartoon...
maybe it's something-
anything else...

maybe it's "69"...

but who would design
such a thing...
but who would sell
such a thing...
but who would buy
such a thing...

maybe it's "69"...

I thought-
"What kind of mother-
 What kind of father-
 What kind of parents..."

maybe it's "69"...