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she met me on a
flight to Cincinnati
she bought my drink
and teased
fantasies from my lips.

she turned her ring toward
her palm -
I felt the thinning top
of my hair

let’s fall in love
and erase all the
definitions -
call your husband or don’t
or your wife or don’t

when she climbed onto me:
her phone rang
my wallet fell out
my son’s photo covered in piss
her lipstick smeared my chin
we tore her blouse from the throat
and the buttons from my jeans -

nothing happened