I often pass these women on the stairs
coming from the room above my own.
I see them only once, then never again.
Narcissists all of them.
Obviously attracted to the same
generic model of beauty they
perceive in the mirror.
They’re all good-looking but nothing special,
apart from the lack of sight.
Heads down from the door
to the car – not in shame
but in permanent refusal to notice a guy like me.
The red-head tonight
reminds me of a harsh double standard:
low self-esteem and a
need for validation
get a guy
and yet it gets the girlies laid.
And I have to listen.
I can just imaging her
pointing her legs upwards toward heaven
anointing him her God for tonight… until she
recognizes little lesions on the Jesus.
“Oh God”
I guess she missed them.
“Oh God”
“Oh God”
Even the superficial
looks and
when it covers up a lie.
“Oh God”
Honey. Shut up!
God made the universe
in seven days and this prick
can’t even make you come.
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