SORT OF A MALL
By: Iris P. Concepcion

I could not be too serious for anything right now?

There was a bun of hair beautifully circled in all one central park of strands down the escalator ahead of me. There is just this head floating, not really tackily coiffed---it is some sort of how statesmen would do if they were hairdressers---but it is all you see, like one huge hairball that went on and on and on and on and on rising above the neck.

Afterwhich I saw its owner haggling for medicine at the corner pharmacy store with her hair burgeoning like an angry sun, rays blinding the mall with its tightly fastened..............strands.

Must be the brain waves sucked in by all that hair root, I went to the............................lingerie corner.

Beautiful undies.

With ribbons and ubiquitous-foreboding messages that made me laugh. Whoever is manning that controlled semi-PBS with some Blue Velvet teleporting ought to get.............coiffed.

Fast.