Bargain

Midtown. Tuesday. Midday. Jesus. Once again,
The lunch with Joy. A Chinese place with good
Reviews. An hour's worth of stilted conversation.
Hmm. She hates her job. She thinks she ought to
Cap her teeth. The food is not that bad, I think.
The conversation? Could be worse. Her cellphone
Buzzes. I am free, and I would push my way
Along Division Street, away from her, if only
She were not so shapely. How I hunger as I
Watch her swing her ass and disappear, and
How I suffer in the day to savor sex at night.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-07-09 at 00:37

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