Oh Henry

there was this

time,

when in the middle of making wild

passionate

love,

the ex called me Henry.

some guy

she met at her yoga class.

oh

Henry, she said

writhing

in the bed,

which made me laugh

and think

of the O Henry candy bar,

the one wrapped

in white plastic, with

chocolate

nuggets and nuts.

all held together in a creamy

gooey filling.

she took off her mask,

and undid

the ropes

around her ankles and wrists

and said,

why are you laughing?

what's so funny?

can't you ever be serious?