i fucked a poet
i fucked a poet
in a broad daylight alley
her ass on a rubbish bin
my pants around my ankles
in an oily puddle
and when she talked
dirty to me
called me her fuckpig
and herself a whore
there was no metaphor
in her words
nor in the wide round
‘o’ of her mouth
as she moaned
nor in the small drops
of sweat that slid from
the tip of my chin
to her tits
it was what it was
it was not like anything
else
or as something i’d
known before
it just felt good
and when she came
she screamed
and when she screamed
i came
Ben Mason lives in Portland, Oregon. He's published fiction and poetry in Calliope, The Pacific Review, Perigee and Nomad. His first novel, Sunrise on Moonville, was published in 2005.
