A Rainy Afternoon at Lester’s Diner
… and I was eavesdropping on the couple
who’d just moved into the booth
“so,” he says, “do you wanna hear the real story,
or the made-up one?”
“the real one,” she says.
“alright, well… i had a date last night.”
“oh, good for you, tom. i’m so glad
to hear that.”
“so am i,” he says.
(pause) “well, how was it?”
“lemme put it
this way,” he says. he taps
his cup on the table, sighs. “hmmm. how do i tread
lightly here with the
words? okay. it’s like this: while you and the kids
last night, I was up till three in the morning
getting my cock
“shhh… quiet down…”
“fuck that. i don’t care about any
of these people here.
one of the best nights I ever had.
and ya know what?”
“she was much better than you
at giving head…”
“yeah, really. you know why?”
“coz she swallowed. you never swallowed
just then my bill arrived. i paid it.
made a few presumptions
on the way to my car: divorcees.
she left him, completely ruined him,
and his blowjob stunk compared
her about it.