Perfect

The clock radio
was ruder than usual this morning

that’s saying something

it was some
pop song with
some guy
singing to
some gal

what could be more normal?

But the words
that came along for that uni-directional ride were

about how he might not be her knight
or go see her mother
or bring her flowers
but—
he was willing to be the one that night

ain’t that sweet
and so big of him

The sheer lack of
respect
for her willingness for—
for his own ability to sustain—

a caring and real connection

will instead
lead, possibly, to
perfect sex
that lasts
all of a perfect half hour hook up

but what then?

About tgrignon

I came I saw I rented the DVD
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