romeo
romeo comes in
with his girlfriend who is seventeen
but looks twenty-five
they kiss discretely behind bookshelves
sometimes they go into the bathroom together
when they think no one is looking
at the tables, she always has him show her his muscles
the girlfriend takes pictures
as romeo sits there with his arms flexed
she snaps away like it’s a photo shoot
when she’s done the girlfriend
kisses the altar that is romeo’s biceps
then she puts her finger to her lips
warm and wet to press into his dimple
before she plays with his long, slick hair
it’s only a matter of time before
they take off behind the stacks again
or rendezvous in the public restroom
romeo likes to look around like he’s got it made
he has a gaggle of sycophants
that he only speaks spanish to
when his seventeen year old girlfriend
walks away with her twenty-five year old body
to get some water or a book
romeo says something and all of his boys howl
they slap five like a pack of lily white boys at a football
game
to everyone it looks like romeo has got it made
he’s probably getting more ass than half of brooklyn
or so it would seem
because just yesterday the girlfriend came in
with a different guy
this one was short and stocky
with neck tattoos and a little punk goatee
he didn’t pose for muscles shots
he just put his tongue down girlfriend’s throat
and fondled her ass while she checked out exercise books
he still had his hands on her cheeks when they left
ten minutes after, romeo waltzed in
like he owned the place
he sat in his usual throne and waited on his lady
after forty minutes he got the hint
and our romeo left with his head down
those muscled arms flat and at his sides
to wander alone in the late winter sun
like any other young tragedy in the making.
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