it never paid good
to be good,
i tried again tonight.
she gave me a look that made me feel
like bird shit on a wind shield.
So I clapped my hand
around her ass,
an ass that was unimpressive and
and beneath those jeans,
pale white and pocked as the full moon,
but something slithered inside her,
and she thought the world of it.
We’ll be leaving together soon.