poem

Flutter
Chris Mattix
35 lines

I met this girl at the bar
the other night, Marcie.
The kind of girl
who smells like men
and says things like
"Hey there cowboy."

Her dress, red of course,
was riding up in all the wrong
places, but I was coming
from a dry spell
so I took it in stride.

We talked for a while
and I smoked the rest
of my pack and downed
five scotch and waters.

We stumbled back into
my dirty apartment
tripping over clothes,
bottles, and a hamper
filled with old pizza boxes
and ash.

She stood in the corner
and undressed
while I fixed the sheets
and prepared the bed
for a thrashing.

We fucked, but I held
back. I didn't want to wake
up sore in places that weren't
easily blamed on booze.

The next day she wanted
to take a shower with me
so I tossed her out.
I didn't want her getting
too comfortable.