she's an animal

jimmy asks you
about your
new girlfriend,
the one he's seen you
with at the grocery
store,
and out having
dinner. what's up
with that, he
says. tell me about
her.
you shrug and say
something along
the lines of
she's an animal,
dude. (this is the stupid
way grown men talk
now)
which makes him
give you a high
five. yo bro, he
says. you the man.
he slaps your hand
hard enough to
make you wince.
you try to rub
the feeling
back into it,
shaking the sting out.
he never asks
what kind of
animal she is though,
a zebra, a mountain
lion, a cheetah,
or maybe a minx,
which makes you
glad, because you
aren't quite sure
yet, instead he
asks if she has any
sisters, or friends
who might want to
meet him.
to this you say.
no. sorry dude, but
i'll keep my eyes out
for you.