he was the man who taught me
the way married people fuck around
on their lunch hour

surely you don’t think
the suburbs are filled with $50.00 motel rooms because this is such an ideal
convention town

when life requires
i drive down the street
where we would meet

i like to think
we’re still up in that room
half dressed and covered in sweat
his delicious bald head
and neck tie
wrapped between my thighs
a sinning sinatra singing
to my shaking mia farrow