Sonya was reading
some Kierkegaard book
I was reading Dostoevsky
both laying on the bed
in a cheap hotel in Paris
the window was open
street sounds outside
traffic
people
snatches of conversations
want to go out
for a coffee?
I asked
if you're paying
she said
I paid last time
she turned a page
you're the male
you're supposed to pay
she said
I put down the book
and looked up
at the ceiling
I thought this was equal time
for women
woman's rights and all that?
what's that got to do with it?
equal paying of bills
I said
she sighed
and put down her book
you always
have to make arguments
always have to see things
so **** black and white
she said
do you want coffee or not?
I said
she turned over
and away from me
her backside
just about cover
by her tight skirt
why do women
have to sulk
when things
don't go their way?
who said
they're not going my way?
your **** says so
what's the matter
with my ****
it isn't so pretty
as your face
she turned back to me
and gazed at me
it's always either or
with you isn't it?
she said
you've been reading
too much Kierkegaard
I said
you want *** again?
I looked at her lips
her *******
her eyes blue
as washed out blue can be
sure if it's on offer
well it won't be
if you keep on
with this equal thing
she said
you like ***
she frowned
yes of course
well I do too
so that's equal
so what's the problem?
she lay back down
on the bed
I’ll have black coffee
and I’ll pay
she said
but you get the food
I smiled
OK if that's
what you want
can we go see
some art afterwards?
sure
I said
she kissed me
and I kissed her
and coffee was forgotten
as we decided
to rock
the cheap old bed.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
Sonya was reading
some Kierkegaard book
I was reading Dostoevsky
both laying on the bed
in a cheap hotel in Paris
the window was open
street sounds outside
traffic
people
snatches of conversations
want to go out
for a coffee?
I asked
if you're paying
she said
I paid last time
she turned a page
you're the male
you're supposed to pay
she said
I put down the book
and looked up
at the ceiling
I thought this was equal time
for women
woman's rights and all that?
what's that got to do with it?
equal paying of bills
I said
she sighed
and put down her book
you always
have to make arguments
always have to see things
so **** black and white
she said
do you want coffee or not?
I said
she turned over
and away from me
her backside
just about cover
by her tight skirt
why do women
have to sulk
when things
don't go their way?
who said
they're not going my way?
your **** says so
what's the matter
with my ****
it isn't so pretty
as your face
she turned back to me
and gazed at me
it's always either or
with you isn't it?
she said
you've been reading
too much Kierkegaard
I said
you want *** again?
I looked at her lips
her *******
her eyes blue
as washed out blue can be
sure if it's on offer
well it won't be
if you keep on
with this equal thing
she said
you like ***
she frowned
yes of course
well I do too
so that's equal
so what's the problem?
she lay back down
on the bed
I’ll have black coffee
and I’ll pay
she said
but you get the food
I smiled
OK if that's
what you want
can we go see
some art afterwards?
sure
I said
she kissed me
and I kissed her
and coffee was forgotten
as we decided
to rock
the cheap old bed.
MAN AND WOMAN IN PARIS IN 1973.
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