She is

blackballed

to her

old lovers

even

though she

might slither

back to

them now

and then.


I know for

a fact

because I

am a member

of the club.


We still

meet on Tuesdays

nights down at

the Elks.


the sloppy

stories we

tell and the

sighs that

can still be heard.


we sing them

to one another

like a choir

in chorus

in tune.


and none of

us will be

donating blood

Anytime soon,


doctors say

that we can't .


thanks, Mary Jane.

whoever

thought jumping into bed

with me

would 30 years later

become a felony.


loving her was

as real as it gets,

we all say that.


that little

thing she

did with her

tongue..

over 99 percent

of our bodies.


she was good at

that she was

good at everything.


Especially making us

believe that

loving her

was whatever

we wanted

it to be..


today she is

remembered by us

as a *****.


every Tuesday night

you can hear

us say it in

chapter and verse.


but she is

our *****.


and God bless

her for that.