i once could have had
two danish sisters in paris
who wanted to fuck each other.
they were tennis players
and writers but i moved
around like a bee and blew
it cuz' i was in love with
being in love. she wrote me
once after i left about her
sister being in her bed.
they fooled around she said.
nothing serious. she tried to
get heidi to join us once but
it didn't work. i appreciated the
effort and now we still keep in touch.
she's living in denmark, pregnant and
married. i'm alone trying to get
sugar tits on the horn.
the last night we spent together
we laughed at w and i shaved
her puss. i still heard the water running
and i knew i'd never be in love with
my girlfriend again. i kissed julie at the doorway
and told her the best people she meets will
be going somewhere. she smiled.
she called me a porn star.
she always wore cheap shoes.
i went back to bed and watched 9/11 news.
i saw her blonde hair on the pillows. i saw
the ring she forgot to take. i saw her glass of wine
half drunk. i raised it out the balcony window and
took a drink. i bled quietly on the floor and
lonesomeness had found me again.