Buster

There're Band-Aids on her nipples
as she's sweating
through her dress:
the subway is hotter
than the restaurant was.

(All I can do is imagine for now.
I'd give my left one to teleport there.)

"So what'd the thrasher say?"

It doesn't matter. He passed
the test, distance be damned.

"Playing by the rules
for a change."

The West Side, the home stretch.

Back in the saddle--
Reverse Cowgirl for awhile
and faces for the finish
(just how we like it, reminded of our love)--
avoiding chronic rugburn
as the aunts castrate the herd.

But it's not so bad, this apron.