The girl in the checkout line
ahead of me is dangerously gorgeous.
In the way of the very young,
she insouciantly wears next to nothing.
I imagine myself twenty-one.
I would finagle a way to meet her.
We would fall in love.
We would make love. We would make
even more love and so on.
I would buy her a house, appliances,
a minivan. We would have two
teenaged daughters who would loathe me.
I would take out a second mortgage
to pay for their braces, clothes,
educations and weddings and divorces.
They would move away and rarely see me.
I would come to rest in some
******** of a nursing home wondering
who I am and what the hell happened.
Then she turns and walks out of my life.
I pay for my frozen pizza and cigarettes
smiling about just how lucky I am.
~mce
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
The girl in the checkout line
ahead of me is dangerously gorgeous.
In the way of the very young,
she insouciantly wears next to nothing.
I imagine myself twenty-one.
I would finagle a way to meet her.
We would fall in love.
We would make love. We would make
even more love and so on.
I would buy her a house, appliances,
a minivan. We would have two
teenaged daughters who would loathe me.
I would take out a second mortgage
to pay for their braces, clothes,
educations and weddings and divorces.
They would move away and rarely see me.
I would come to rest in some
******** of a nursing home wondering
who I am and what the hell happened.
Then she turns and walks out of my life.
I pay for my frozen pizza and cigarettes
smiling about just how lucky I am.
~mce
