after seven months of dating
to have
sex.
i was excited, to put it mildly.
i had fallen in
love.
she was beautiful.
inside and out.
i was nervous.
she said, wait here, then went up
to change into some slinky
sheer outfit
she found at a lingerie shop
in georgetown.
i saw her legs first coming
down the stairs.
her stiletto heels.
the stockings.
a glimpse of her
silky negligee,
and then she fell, the heel
of her shoe
catching on the carpet,
she grabbed the rail and
screamed, dislocating
a finger, then
tumbled to the bottom.
i rushed over to help her,
pressing one of my socks
against her bleeding forehead,
then to the hospital.
i guess, tonight's not good then
i asked her
in the back of the ambulance.
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