"Oh my god,
mane,
this girl
she just broke apart,
so soft too."

Heck takes his hands
and makes this snaking motion
in the air.

He starts at the top,
his hands shaking
where her **** would be
then he curves inward
moving down her body,
his tiny, reddened, scabbed knuckles
shake at the invisible waist of her
then his hands flash out
wide,

"Oh mane,
this girl had a big one,
thing was big and gorgeous."

Heck stares
off,
lost in the reverie
of the soft girl
that just broke apart for him.

He stares off
as his drink gets warmer
and the tiny yellow bubbles
at the bottom of his mug
wobble to the top
and pop.

I take a few more drags of my Marlboro
and snort some more of my drink
and as we sit at that bar
where there were girls everywhere
Heck sits in his stool turned toward me,
his hands massaging his thighs
and staring up,
thinking about the girl
that broke herself for him.

Just to be with him.