DON'T TAKE LIFTS FROM DAMES.

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A MAN AND HIS SUSPICIOUS WOMAN.

Submitted: December 29, 2011

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Whose car

did you get out of?

 

Dolly asked.

Some dame

 

from the bedding department,

you replied.

 

She’s been bedding you

I suppose? Dolly said.

 

No, you replied,

she’s seven months pregnant.

 

So you got her pregnant huh?

Can’t keep your hands

 

to yourself can you.

I just got a lift home

 

by her that’s all.

You took off your coat

 

and went to the sitting room

and poured yourself a drink.

 

Dolly followed you in.

I found this name

 

in your pocket book.

A girl’s name.

 

You recognise it? Eh?

She showed you  

 

the pocket book.

You read the name.

 

That’s just some dame

whose name I put down

 

who’s been shoplifting.

So you say.

 

For all I know

you’re having it off

 

with her too.

Maybe you’re having all

 

the dames at the store.

I’m a security guard

 

not a Casanova, you said.

She went off

 

out to the kitchen

muttering to herself.

 

You drained your drink

and poured another.

 

You could hear her

in the kitchen

 

slamming down

pots and pans

 

and cursing the air.

I don’t screw any dames

 

but you, you said.

You’re my Sweetie pie.

 

Dolly came back

to the door way

 

and stared at you.

You mean that?

 

Sure I do.

Every single word?

 

Every single word.

I’m your Sweetie pie?

 

Sure you are.

And you ain’t been sleeping

 

with no other woman?

No, of course I haven’t.

 

Never would.

Dolly’s glassy gaze softened.

 

She pushed back

her hair from her eyes.

 

Ok Sexy Boy

maybe I believe you.

 

Maybe you’re telling

me the truth.

 

Maybe I got you wrong.

She turned and went back

 

in the kitchen.

You sighed softly.

 

BUT IF YOU’RE LYING TO ME

I’ll POKE OUT YOUR EYES

 

she bellowed.

Out in the kitchen

 

Dolly banged around.

You emptied the glass.

 

A love was dying.

You could sense it

 

in your bones and

in the hollow sound.


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