(Written in the style of Charles Bukowski)it was on water street
a familiar man
stumbled
toward me
drunk
putrid
and waved
his arms all about my face
“i’ve been waiting aaaaall night for a woman like you!”
“where you headed baby?”
i exclaimed “to see my boyfriend!”
his breath was steaming my eyes
and i could see myself in his glasses
“well how about a second boyfriend baby!”
in my head i mulled
over the different choices i had
to cripple him
foot
nuts
face
wrist
i chose words
i told him he should talk
to my boyfriend
and i slowly backed off
to go see my fake lover.