The Masters
Charles and
Tom and
Leo
Are crashing at my house tonight.
I’m wiggling and wet for the
First Time
Feeling virginity in my longings.
The bloody
barbeque voices
Tickling turning
Beneath my tummy.
It’s a night of
climactic words
And
multiple phrases.
I think Charles needs to change his underwear.
I caught him trying to look at mine
In my pink clothes hamper.
I said ‘why don’t I just show you the pair I’m wearing’
and his face turned
naughty joke filthy
excusing himself all over my bathroom sink.
This. While Tom’s pissed because
‘the stupid little bitch never keeps enough
wild i. around.’
And he’s talking some carnival number up while
Glancing between my legs, looking for my
grail and I tell
Him to look next to him in the drawer. He pulls out
an unopened
pint of i. taped
To
Polaroid’s of my pussy.
He takes it all into a closet,
running dog with treasure.
Leo sits by bored, his way.
Subtle,
smoking cigarettes,
the scotch still his first.
And smartly, scratchy, he says Hey Sweety
‘
Why don’t we go to bed.’