RIC BASTASA


Jimmy The Accountant - Poem by RIC BASTASA

how can he forget
he saw me in that city
with that woman
(whom i married later
at the age of 35)
i was at the counter
of a pharmacy
buying
Rogin E, he was at the
other end
signaling to the
salesgirl that he
preferred a
strawberry flavored
condom.

he was there
alone.
I wasn't, though he
expected
that i also know how to
play with
fire.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 15, 2010



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