So we’re at it again: only talking
about sex like we’re having it.
One day you’re going to have
to say what happened
last September that changed
everything. Sarah mentioned
the police and you’ve talked about
lawyers and therapy,
but now, it’s sex. You tell me
you want to pull my hair and lick
my teeth, ask how I’d react
if you entered me from behind.
I reply, Come, probably,
and you’re unsatisfied
and I know that feeling
all too well. You say, Good
night, because it’s late and
you have to see Dr. So-and-so
in the morning. Plus,
the Ambien’s kicking in.
You’d taken it that time
you told me there were
chopped up strippers in
the mattresses at Hooters
Hotel & Casino. My feet
hurt and I can feel
the blisters on my heels.
I wore new shoes
all day because I thought
I’d run into you.