red slice of melon

you have become a
cliche she tells me
via e mail,
a jaded man just
looking to get
laid. you have no
heart, no soul,
you've lost touch
with your humanity
writing the same
old poetry time
and time again
about love gone
wrong, life taking
a left turn when
you wanted it to
go right. what i'm
saying won't even
bother you she says,
men like you don't
care, and never
feel true pain or
sadness, or sorrow,
you are immune to
such human feelings.
it's a wonderful
e mail on many levels.
and i read it over
again, checking it
for punctuation
and mispellings, but
it's a pretty clean
piece of writing.
i want to write back
to tell her well
done, but i'm in
the middle of eating
this wonderful juicy
red slice of water
melon and my
fingers are very
very sticky. she
seemed so nice
when we met. oh well.