he said right after he climbed
off me. His ***** was still dripping
on the bedroom sheets that were lavender

from the splendor of an afternoon tryst. I
said I was trying to cut down. But he
didn’t have to twist my arm. So, we quickly

got dressed. Some people smoke cigarettes. We
walked across the hot city street to the bar. Sat
down and ordered two ***** martinis, with extra

olives. He liked eating those, popped them in his
mouth like popcorn at the movies. But the show was
over now. And the bar was black as coal. I had to

adjust my eyes after I left. Because it was a
very sunny day and I came from total darkness.