She said it was my time to shine.
We sat outside her apartment with a bottle of rum
between our chairs. It was 4 am when she blurted it out.
Her voice slurred and I asked her to repeat it twice.
We’d been outside for hours.
She was perched on a stolen bar stool when I arrived
With a wink and a grind she pulled the Matusalem from between her legs
poked out from ripped jean shorts. It would be a long night.
Through the open door I threw my jacket
and snagged an old lawn chair from two doors down.
“Bob won’t mind?” I picked up a mug with a half scratched Browns logo on it.
One pour and two swigs later she replied “Bob’s dead.”
At that point her voice was still steady and soft.
We ditched the cups by the time the first John had shuddered and came.
“He was a loud tosser wasn’t he” Susie called to the young woman
Walked head high past us both. I use to think Penny was pretty.
I tried to leave as the sun rose.
The bitch stole my keys yelling “Drunk drivers have small dicks”
Her lips were on mine and my keys in her pants before I knew it.
Slick and sweet her tongue moved. I slept in my car.
I dreamt of dancing cigars
But woke to voices and car doors.
I won’t lie my cock was still hard with thoughts of the night before
I learned she hung herself with my belt in her closet.