i no longer mark the passage of
time
but it still marks me
i got some prestigious award
they give writers
instead of shepherding us to an
island colony
like the lepers we are
a party was thrown in my honor
and i know this is a shocker
but i was drunk
i saw a japanese girl among the
guest
walked up and said, “kon’nichiwa”
she gave me the finger and
walked away
they asked for a speech
so i recited danse russe
by william carlos williams
stared out at those people of
decay
and felt nothing
i went out the back door to the
alley
the only place you could smoke
fucking los angeles
she was there
the japanese
girl
smoking
she saw me and said,
“i was born in colton asshole”
i nodded and asked for a light
started to walk away into the
night
when she asked,
“isn’t this party for you?”
“pretty much” i said after a
long drag on the cigarette
“you really are an asshole” she
observed
“pretty much” i confirmed after
another long drag
“where are you going?” she
asked
and as i realized this was the
longest conversation
i’ve had with a woman in awhile
i answered,
“first bar i see”
she walked past me while
saying,
“let’s go”
*
i woke this morning on sheets
too pristine
to by my own
naked
next to long black hair
adorning her pillow case
the last thing i remember
was sitting down at a bar stool
now the bathroom mirror
reflects a fool
i come out to find her in my
t-shirt pouring coffee
upon seeing me she says,
“i put my number in your cell
you had better call me asshole”
she hands me a cup
the morning light drifts
through the kitchen window
illuminating her form
she is stunning
i now wish i had put on my
jeans
as there is no hiding the
effect she is having
on me
she smiles
puts down her coffee and peels
my t-shirt
off her exquisite body
my coffee cup joins hers
where the contents will grow
cold
last night i felt so old
but this morning i am born
again
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