olga from the ukraine

your new girl friend,
olga, from
the Ukraine wants
to arm wrestle.
come on, she says.
don't be a sissy
man. show me your
strength. put your
hand into mine.
she clears the plates
away where you
just had dinner,
rolls up her sleeve
showing a tattoo
of a cow.
I will not hurt
you, she says,
squinting her Russian
blue eyes like
glints of steel.
no, you say. I won't.
pffft, she snorts.
we will not make
love tonight until
you arm wrestle me.
your choice.
you close your eyes
and shake your head.
you think about fifi,
the French girl
you used to date,
how soft and sweet
she was. how she
smelled like pastry
fresh from the oven
in the morning.
come on, sissy man,
let's go. so you put
your hand into Olga's
tight fist and let
her slam your arm
down into the table.
she helps you get
the fork out of
your forearm, then
you go home to make
farm factory love.
it's such a small
world now.