sasha

you develop
a fever
for sasha.
a cat like woman
with black hair
and green eyes.
she writes to you from
the ukraine.
she sends you a picture
of her standing
in a wheat field
wearing a bikini
and work boots,
holding a rake.
a long piece of straw
dangles from
her pouty lips.
she's in love with
you and you
are in love with her.
she's seen your
photos on an
international
dating site
and wants to come
and be your wife.
your e mail exchanges
have been
confectionary
and fun.
the whole village
where she lives
is excited for
her. they are having
a farewell parade
before she
travels to finally meet
you and live
forever in marital
bliss. she promises
to learn english
better. more better,
she says on
the phone, bubbling
with laughter.
i am at the airport
now, she says, in moscow,
but there is one small
problem. i've been
robbed and i need
airfare now. if you
could be so kind
as to wire me some
money, 3,597.00
us dollars should
cover everything.
here is my bank account
number. i love love
love you and will
see you soon my sweet man.