Shorts

The lunch that turned into dinner

You are forty.And pulling out your penis with a plastic ball inserted beneath the skin. For me to touch. In a restaurant, under the table.

So I touched it.Then talked about Russia.

Spent all day drinking

I am that drunk when you are not belligerent. That drunk when you just want to talk and it be OK. You know, that drunk.
So I sent you a message but you did not reply.

I did not take it very well.
Now I'm doing laundry, taking out clothes that are only mine. My choice of detergent,my scents, nothing that belongs to any one else.