the girl I see
took me to
lunch
it was a nice meal
unexpected
I usually
pay
she had a few
extra bucks
I asked how
she came by
the money
she said she
sold
some of her
old clothes –
dresses
that she didn't
wear
much
anymore
it was
a nice meal
and
dessert
next day
I come home
my wife is
in a familiar
new dress
she says
she bought
it on
consignment
one way or another
there's no such thing
as a free
lunch
the bad guy
the monster
is a very
developed character
the good guy
the oaf
is fucking
the heroine
he's an idiot
the heroine
is brilliant
a scientific genius
with incredible
breasts
and an ass
that makes your
groin moan
she deserves
better
than the good guy
and when she sends
the monster
to hell
in a blaze
of pyrotechnic
glory
the oaf
says
oh my god
and rests his
chin on her
head
this screenwriter
should never
work again
the oaf
should have said
god you make me horny
and
tried
to stick his
tongue
in her
sweaty
pants
my dad used to
point it out
all the time
on road trips
- dead squirrel
- dead raccoon
- dead deer
he'd call them all out
as we drove
through night and day
- dead tire
he loved that one
we all did
then I left
went to college
in san diego
we could drink
all we wanted
across the border
in tijuana
it was another
world
one night
high on cheap tequila
dirty cigarettes
and the thick smell of hormones
we drove back
to the dormitories
we all saw them
maybe two or three
you couldn't tell
smashed
smeared
they tried to
cross the freeway
I could hear my dad
call it out
- dead illegal aliens
J. Watters lives with his family in Northern California. he has been a minor player in the online poetry scene since the mid 90's.