You write poetry ?
she almost cackles in disdain.
Followed by an incredulous eyeroll
Who the **** reads poetry anymore.

She continued that's pointless
And unattractive
How do hope to get a girl.
As though getting bedded
Was the reason I write.

She introduced me to her sister
I wrote poems for her
That spilled my soul onto the paper.
She read them and
saved them in a collection.

a few weeks later
She invited me to her bed.
A place where I still
read her my poetry.
So many many years later.