She

is there such a thing as fiction?
as reality?
oh yeah?
prove it!




she looked good
standin there, under the street light
damn good

but then,
it was two-thirty in the mornin
and the fog helped.
-hell, whatever
she looked good

I'd just come out of some bullshit
all night drug store
where I'd bought some smokes
and a pack of rubbers
so i could go home
and cook my sausage,
and rubbers keeps the mess in check
know what i mean?

kept checkin her watch,
not that i believed she gave a shit about time,
but like they do on elevaters
ya know?

she had that light to stand under
and me, I didn't have shit
cept the corner of Tulee's deli
and that kinda pissed me off
but i took it just the same

I lit me a smoke and leaned the wall
blowin the smoke easy like,
-in her direction.
she pretended not to notice,
but she did, i could tell
when her chin tilted
and she shook her hair

I squatted and wrote on the sidewalk
with my finger,
you know, like Jesus did.
she lifted a foot
and checked her heel
for God knows what!

"I was supposed to meet someone"
she said
yeah, right
I thought
but said
"looks like they ain't gonna show"

she frowned all crooked like
but her eyes punched in
for overtime
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I just layed there, on the bed smokin
while she walked around the room
touchin things like she was shoppin

her thin skirt movin
like a lost scarf hangin from a branch happy to catch it

"sorry for the mess," I said
"wasn't figgurin on company"

she turned her head and smiled
"oh yeah? what was you figgurin on?"

when I didn't answer,
she laughed and went back to shoppin

I lit another cigarrette but she walked over,
took it from my mouth
and dropped it on the floor.

I said nothing as she slowly twisted it out with the toe of her heels
and gave me a look like I was a set of curtains she'd grown tired of seein

I reached for another cigarette, put it to my lips
and quick as lightning,
she slapped it out of my mouth

her eyes grew narrow, like cracks in a board,
as she put her finger on my lips
drug it down my chest
and pressed it into my hard cock
stretchin dirty denim
still tho, she didn't smile and her eyes
became the last flicker of a desert sunset turned stainless steel

as I watched, she walked to my dresser full of half open drawers
and pulled out two T-shirts before givin me a glance that said
"say nothing"
and it wasn't a choice

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funny, with my wrists tied over my head to the corners of the bed
it never occured to me that this might be some psycho bitch
who might rob me or worse
didn't seem to matter
know what I mean?

that is until she took my knife from the dresser and walked toward me
fingering the blade like it was speech in a monastery

she pressed the blade against my lips and i kissed it,
then she put it to my chest, where with the precision of a newfoundler,
she cut my shirt off me, before flingin the knife into a far corner

i glanced at the clock
3:45
but she caught me doin it
and she took it from the wall and smashed it on the dresser
while glaring me a look of warning.

damn, she looked fine
as she stood in front of the window pulling her skirt down
and taking off her shirt

I really wanted a smoke and she musta known it
cuz she took one from my pack and lit it
bending over and blowing a thick cloud in my face

I watched her breasts through the cloud
imagined their taste, their texture
and the kingdoms they might conquer with their dance

she eased back, away from me
undid my belt slowly and layed it across my chest
then the button, lastly the zipper
and then, and i swear, she ripped them fuckers off me without me even feelin it!

she smiled at my bulging sex through my shorts and rubbed it playfully
while my breathing shifted gears and I arched to her touch

I wonder now, how it all went down as i walk past Tulee's
and hear the bell on the drug store door
I wonder if she was real
where she came from and where she went
and how anything could taste that good
and i wonder
how many times i've gone to my knees
just to finger the burn in my carpet

(a right proper valentines post, dontcha think?)