Alan Catlin

She didn’t look like

the kind of girl
who would mercy fuck
a total geek in high school
but like the cheer leader
she must have been.
I could see, and heard,
she was compiling a
mental of all the bar
staff boys and having
them one by one as if
she planned to do hem
all. I might even have
been on the list, next maybe,
and I thought I should
tell her my boys were
ten years older than her,
easy, but I didn’t.

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