you dont have to have a boo to be into the magical force that binds us all
i havent had a girlfriend in a few years for a number of reasons
most of which i cannot reveal here because nothing in here is true.
so what happens is every now and then i will get a tap on my window
or my doorbell will ring a ding ding
and i will put on my housecoat and flick on the porch light
and i will see a flowing gown in the distance running away
and hear a delightful giggle
and later screeching tires
i’ll look down on the welcome mat and see a gift box or two
smelling of perfume and lust.
inside might be chocolates spiked with molly
or bananas dipped in butterscotch
or a nice little bottle of rum
and two shot glasses that say
every blue moon one of the courageous ones will stand pat at the door twirling her hair peeping through the peep hole for a sign of light
and i’ll open the door and invite her in
one thing will lead to another and there will be dancing
maybe some merriment
followed by surprising disappointment.
a chopper will arrive and swoop her away
little red Bougainvillea blossoms swirling in the courtyard
and much later a text begging for a selfie
which is always obliged.
so yes i know i get used.
but thats better than
a lonely trip to the apple pan.