Outside Stockholm
in that base camp
having put up the tents
and unloaded the bags
and suitcases
from the top
of the truck
you walked with Moira
to the camp cafe
and order two beers
and burgers and fries
and looked out
the window
at the spread of tents
over the campsite
and Moira said
if I have to share a tent
with that Yank girl another night
I’ll go mad
her and her talk
and boasting
of how many men
she’s *******
and where she’s been
and what she’s done
and always wearing
that leather gear
all black and tight
showing her backside
and small ****
and so Moira went on
and you listened
half heartedly
wondering what Judith
was doing in Florence
and who she was with
and if she remembered you
and would bring you back
some gift like she did
from Amsterdam
that postcard
of a Chagall print
which you pinned
to your wall
and if she so much
as boasts of her education
once more
I’ll break her
FECKING JAW
Moira said loudly
so that people nearby
turned their heads
and stared
your thoughts of Judith
blew away
and the image
of the Chagall print
pinned to your bedroom wall
maybe she’ll sleep elsewhere
you said
who else to sleep with?
she said
huh? who else is there?
what about that Yorkshire girl?
you asked
maybe she will
I’ll ask
Moira said
can only say no
and she sat
and thought
and sipped her beer
and the other people
looked away
and returned
to their conversations
and you sipped yours
taking note of her small hands
and plumpish fingers
and the small *******
pushing through
the tight tee shirt
and the small
silver crucifix
hanging down between
and her moving chin
and you wondered
how well she *******
but didn’t ask
being
you thought
rather rude.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
Outside Stockholm
in that base camp
having put up the tents
and unloaded the bags
and suitcases
from the top
of the truck
you walked with Moira
to the camp cafe
and order two beers
and burgers and fries
and looked out
the window
at the spread of tents
over the campsite
and Moira said
if I have to share a tent
with that Yank girl another night
I’ll go mad
her and her talk
and boasting
of how many men
she’s *******
and where she’s been
and what she’s done
and always wearing
that leather gear
all black and tight
showing her backside
and small ****
and so Moira went on
and you listened
half heartedly
wondering what Judith
was doing in Florence
and who she was with
and if she remembered you
and would bring you back
some gift like she did
from Amsterdam
that postcard
of a Chagall print
which you pinned
to your wall
and if she so much
as boasts of her education
once more
I’ll break her
FECKING JAW
Moira said loudly
so that people nearby
turned their heads
and stared
your thoughts of Judith
blew away
and the image
of the Chagall print
pinned to your bedroom wall
maybe she’ll sleep elsewhere
you said
who else to sleep with?
she said
huh? who else is there?
what about that Yorkshire girl?
you asked
maybe she will
I’ll ask
Moira said
can only say no
and she sat
and thought
and sipped her beer
and the other people
looked away
and returned
to their conversations
and you sipped yours
taking note of her small hands
and plumpish fingers
and the small *******
pushing through
the tight tee shirt
and the small
silver crucifix
hanging down between
and her moving chin
and you wondered
how well she *******
but didn’t ask
being
you thought
rather rude.
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