Virginie

So we had a talk.

10 years too late.

A decade too early.

Just at the right moment?

(Who knows? Time will tell.)

 

She talks too much.

She’s feeling lonely.

(Well, I have to agree.)

 

“How are you you?” she asked.

“I don’t know, woman.

Sometimes I feel

like I’m living

somebody else his life.”

 

She stared right back at me.

(God I want to taste those lips.)

 

“Does it bother you I have kids?”

“Technically you can call me

a motherfucker. So

 

do you want to come down

for some hanging around?”

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