May 24, 2011

“His problem is,” inhaling,
she laid it out on the table,

and while I watched her place
it there, she finished swallowing
the cigarette and flicked it. I saw
it fly, madly flipping sparks till
it cleared a yard or so. “He can’t
see what one of his crushes,”

she brushes some hair from her
face, “sees in any other guy.” I
posit:
“maybe he can’t see what anyone
sees in him?” after all I’ve fucked
the kid too, though I’d never admit
to being an authority on his body,
not to her, with the large frames
housing those large black lenses.

‘Man-eater’ comes to mind, looking
at the girl; I’ve just been known to nibble.

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