Once pictures of your ass out are on
the Internet, pretend it's over, pretend
it's you, there, bent over your pride,
three line poems erupting:
when you will be at Miami’s nude beach meeting Frank
he will notice your low-hangers
you will note his rolling papers
you will have been smoking even more
your parents will have been paying your debit card and cell phone bills though
they won’t know where you are when they will call
you won’t answer
you will be doing your first crystal
you will be up all night not getting off to electro-torture
you will then never leave Frank’s house where you will try to get Frank to fuck you
but he only will if you punch him hard in the balls first
you will watch Spongebob
you will smoke you will not be able to get stoned the shows will seem sad
you will convince Frank you’re in love though
he will be the first in a series of thirty-eight year-olds
you will date that year
you will years later be relieved you will not have taken that job stripping
you will wonder what happened to the eighteen year-old you met who worked there when you went with Sumner who was in his eighties to get a lap dance
you won’t remember if it was before or after he told you he would give you a double
orgasm after having paid for your milkshake
you will have been disappointed he didn’t have anything for your addiction to porn
because how else
will you have cum so you didn’t not with him but still
he will give you the fifty bucks
he will have promised you in the car
your car will have been left in front of a broken parking meter in New York
and will have by then for sure been impounded but your sense of time having been so distorted
you will have forgotten when you met the lawyer you met on the Newark airport shuttle
who lived in Fort Lauderdale and that’s how
you will have gotten to Florida in the first place
you will walk to the airport it will take four hours
you will follow planes
your parents will have after weeks on the phone with the cell phone service provider
tracked you down
will have called Frank you will have no longer been able to convince him your parents
know where you are
you will have no choice but to fly home and as for Frank
you will try but won’t remember his last name.
Monday, July 13, 2009
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