the keys

We take a cab back to my house at an unknown hour

whisky and beer swish swish swish in my belly

He says 'I forgot my keys back there"

I say "Oh well.. I guess you can sleep over

but we are just going to sleep okay?"

The inability to say no

 creates awful situations

That god damn boy kept me up all night

 taking over the bed

ruining my heavenly den 

with his

ugly body and forceful gestures

I kept my panties on 

wondering where all the gentlemen of the world got lost

probably some deserted island

far away from this filthy city of horn dogs

poor souls

Poem by Morgan