First time I saw her
I was smitten.
She smote me.
Snuck up alongside
when I wasn’t looking.
How is Barker doing tonight?
Which is why I hate
name tags.
Better now, he replied,
thinking things might be looking up.
Here he’d been kicking himself
in his own ass
for not going downtown
with those four fat black girls.
And if they weren’t fat
their damn dresses were too little.
Now this four-eyed shortie shows up.
Four-eyed shorties are his type.
And funny? Almost had to call for his
brown pants.
Girl said stuff make you shit your trousers.
Oh, yeah, no doubt about it.
Smart, too. Be surprised to learn
Hawking and Pope Francis don’t have
her on speed dial.
Big rack and a sparkle in her eye.
She picked me up.
Damn.