it is a strange

thing to fall in love
with a
woman
for 10 minutes at a time.
you decide you'll
talk to her
but
you can't do it,
her friend's are there,
she is ordering a drink,
she doesn't like "mexicans",
or even worst,
she is with somebody else.
you're the
coward your ego will not allow.

you turn around and
order a drink.
you're too good for that,
you think,
and to that you take
a drink with great confidence.

you have now decided that
love
is a once-in-a-decade miracle
and that art is the only
pursuit
worth chasing.

you know the word
awaits
like a whore
across the bedspread.
you will see her tonight and
sink into her with great
desire.

she will listen.