a poem
about me?
a love poem.
don't you find me interesting?
alluring?
but i don't even
know you, i tell her.
i just met you yesterday
for a drink
and some fried calamari
at Joes Crab Shack.
there's not enough
information
about you to warrant a poem
just yet.
well, what
do you want to know
about me?
okay, well, spill.
hmm, let's see, she says,
jabbing her chin
with a long dagger-like fingernail.
i've been married four times,
i have three
kids out of wedlock
and i used to be addicted
to meth,
i'm on probation
for arson
and blue is my favorite color.
plus i like to sleep in.
let me get my notebook and pen,
i tell her,
it's in the car.
hold that thought.
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