poem of the day 11.18.09

and oldie but a .......well:

an old fuck

when we were finished
she fell back
and began talking
about a mechanic
she knew
in kentucky.
i had heard
about this mechanic
too often
and especially
wasn’t interested
in hearing about him
while my lips
were still wet
with the taste
of her cunt.
still, i kept quiet
as she prattled
on
about her past,
the sad history
of her life,
that i silently
soon hoped to be
a part of
(the past that is).
and now
a decade has gone
and i wonder if
some other guy
is laying in the
dark with her
and hearing stories
about me,
or if i’ve somehow
been looked over
for a better
anecdote.

08.10.06