flying squirrel

he comes at her
flying squirrel
in a shirt that oddly matches her dress

how did you know to wear warhol?
damn good guess

right outside in the alley of the gallery
after the reading
tongue outstretched
with school boy carrying my books intentions

saying i don’t know you
but i wanna fuck your poetry

i had bought too much crown royal
at a beforehand bodega
to care enough to slap him

later castigating him for being a man

i shouldn’t have hated him for it

now i think of it sweetly and laugh