She comes down
from the mountain state
and enters the bar
through a flow
of happy salutations
from people she
doesn’t even know.
She’s plump, juicy, ripe
for something
finds an empty barstool
introduces herself
orders, drinks her beer
warms to her new companion
says she likes to be spanked.
She winks, coaxes, cajoles
works her charms
until finally she says
Would you like to help
me make a baby? My clock
is ticking. I need a man.
Sure, he says, amused
and warns, I’m quite
a bit older than you. She
sizes him up and says
You’re right. Forget it!
I wouldn’t want to wipe
your ass too. She holds
out her hand, a leveling tool,
lowers it and says,
That’s how much
you’ve fallen, and moves on.
—Stacey Warde
