In a Chinese restaurant karaoke bar with no one singing, I read a headline on a muted TV: Brazilian teen offers virginity for money. I think fondly of my fullbush first time with a boy who later wrote me a poem entitled “An ass crack I hold dear”. I leave by the back door. In the alley, a pigeon preens and pecks at a rainbow puddle.
The only man who ever loved me
Picked his nose on the subway, only owned white socks.
Every pleasure exacts a price, every dimwit gobbles bandwidth.
I’ve been thinking about moving out of the city, taking a teenage lover,
scarfing obscure hallucinogens in an orchard.
Fresh start type of thing.
Uncle Daddy Dot Pizza 