“I had to call my husband two days after our wedding
to tell him I’m a lesbian.”
She tells me this
as she ***** on a cigarette,
and I get a vivid image
of something else at her lips.
I must have looked stupid,
like I needed an explanation or something,
gaping at her with my hand
jammed in the belly of my purse,
too shocked to continue my search
for gum.
She takes another drag;
smirks as she exhales through her nostrils.
“Lets just say
what happens in Vegas
doesn’t always stay there.”
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 10:57 PM UTC
“I had to call my husband two days after our wedding
to tell him I’m a lesbian.”
She tells me this
as she ***** on a cigarette,
and I get a vivid image
of something else at her lips.
I must have looked stupid,
like I needed an explanation or something,
gaping at her with my hand
jammed in the belly of my purse,
too shocked to continue my search
for gum.
She takes another drag;
smirks as she exhales through her nostrils.
“Lets just say
what happens in Vegas
doesn’t always stay there.”
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