by Saira Viola
When he told me he’d made love
To someone else on that old sofa
Mottled with flies I thought my world was over
A petite busty babe
Long hair and smiling eyes
He didn’t wait
More than one date
To penetrate her deep.
‘It’s not serious’ he said, ‘But I’ve got needs
And I don’t believe –
This epic love story has a happy ending.’
Sometimes I dream of him
And see him on the grass at Greenwood cemetery
We listened to Coltrane
Still he fucked her twice
‘You’re so dramatic – I needed a release
A tender hot kiss and squeeze –
It was nothing she’s just a friend.’
NOTHING that’s how he made me feel
When he showed me the snappy snaps with his fingers on her snatch.