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“The Boyfriend”
Did he think
she was just
stupid
or that he
filled out
his matching
Abercrombie
underwear
in a way
that made her
blind
to his hand
as it slide
down the back
of that woman
he just had to
say “Hello” to
at the party
“Just a coworker”
he says
still 20-feet away
as he walks
back towards her
feeling
he has to
defend
her accusation
before it was
even made,
he smiles at her
his teeth
looking a little
too white
when framed
by his dark
store bought tan
that smile
getting him out
of places
a lot tighter
than this,
“Why am I still”
“With this guy?”
she says to
her half full
glass of champagne
looking up
only to see him
sending a text
as that woman
now across the room
gives her phone
a wicked smile
before sending
her eyes
in his direction,
“Would you like”
“Another glass”
“Of champagne?”
he asks
looking up
from his phone
smart enough to
totally ignore
that bouncing blond
bimbo
who thinks
her catty moves
are going unnoticed.
She watches him
walk towards
the open bar
stopping to say
“Hi”
to a few
male friends
along the way
feeling her eyes
on him
he only gives
the female ones
a slight nod
and half smile
as he walks
by them,
she looks over
at the Barbie
trying to steal
her Ken
she’s tanner
than he is
and falling
all out of
that dress
in all the
right ways,
she sets her
empty champagne
glass
on a lonely
table
in the middle
of a crowded
room
and with some
difficulty
trains her eyes
on a painting
from the
“Post-Impressionism”
period
trying to show
she was unconcerned
with his movements
through out
the party’s floor,
he comes up
behind her
as she stares
at the painting
two full
long stemmed
champagne flutes
in his right hand
slips his left hand
around her waist
gently
pulling her body
back against
his
she wants to
resist,
show she
still has
control
but she can’t
her body
now held
tightly up
against his
his warm breath
washing over
the nape
of her neck
a prelude
to his moist lips
leaving a trail
of soft kisses
in its wake
she shutters
as she leans back
against him
trying to increase
the pressure
between their
bodies
her eyes
still locked on
that reproduction
of
Vincent Van Gogh’s
“Cafe Terrace at Night”
as any thoughts
she once had
of walking away
from him
tonight
melt away
from her mind,
she turns around
takes her glass
by the long stem
then takes
a much
needed drink
careful
not to leave
her lipstick
on the rim
of her glass
she looks over
the other couples
at the party
trying to judge
the status
of their relationships
she can tell
right away
she’s not the
only one that would
like to put
a leash and muzzle
on their significant
other
she finishes
the rest of her
champagne
takes a couple
of steps
over to that
lonely table
and sets her
glass down
next to it’s
empty partner,
she looks over
at him
chatting up
the young lady
pretending to be
a bartender
on her weekend
catering job
she watches
as he reaches
over
takes the first
champagne flute
from her hand
letting his fingers
lightly brush
over hers
as he takes
the stem of
the glass,
she can see
the young lady’s
face go flush
from his touch
he takes the
second glass
she lets
her fingers
help his
as they both
pretend
not to notice
that there are
way too many
fingers
for holding
one glass
she shakes her
head
and goes back
to looking at
the painting
her thoughts
trying to convince
her mind
he’s not so bad,
an argument
she’s too smart
to win
but can’t stop
herself
from having,
she laughs
at herself
being made
to feel like
a jealous
school girl
knowing
she deserves better
but remembers
feeling like
part of her
was dying
after months
and months
of always waking up
alone
she had taken
a business approach
when it came
to deciding
whether or not
she should be
letting him into
her life
now might be
a good time
to take a
closer look
at her accounting
practices,
she probably
shouldn’t have
added up
all the numbers
after a very long
and very
fulfilling night
of his company
“Well”
“That’s why their called”
“Variables”
she says
out loud
her empty champagne
glasses
to far away
to hear her,
he makes his way
back to her
unaware
his worth
as a boyfriend
is being recalculated
“How about”
“Calling it”
“A night”
she says
“Head home”
“And make the most”
“Of what little time”
“We have left”
“Sure”
he says
“Then I can get you”
“All to myself”
she gives him
a sad smile
before turning back
towards the painting
as he starts to
make his way
towards the door
she notices
a woman
sitting all alone
at one of the
tables
in the painting
makes a mental note
to by a print
of this painting,
she looks back
at her boyfriend
as he hits
the lonely table
with his hip
as he walks by
causing it to rock
back and forth
on it’s narrow
stand
one of the empty
champagne glasses
tips on to its
side
and rolls away
from the other
crashing to the
floor
leaving
just one glass
still standing
all alone
on the table
“And then there was”
“Only one”
she says
out loud
to the empty
champagne glass
on the lonely
table
as she walks
past
on her way
to the door…
Tom Allen…09-15-2017…
Did he think
she was just
stupid
or that he
filled out
his matching
Abercrombie
underwear
in a way
that made her
blind
to his hand
as it slide
down the back
of that woman
he just had to
say “Hello” to
at the party
“Just a coworker”
he says
still 20-feet away
as he walks
back towards her
feeling
he has to
defend
her accusation
before it was
even made,
he smiles at her
his teeth
looking a little
too white
when framed
by his dark
store bought tan
that smile
getting him out
of places
a lot tighter
than this,
“Why am I still”
“With this guy?”
she says to
her half full
glass of champagne
looking up
only to see him
sending a text
as that woman
now across the room
gives her phone
a wicked smile
before sending
her eyes
in his direction,
“Would you like”
“Another glass”
“Of champagne?”
he asks
looking up
from his phone
smart enough to
totally ignore
that bouncing blond
bimbo
who thinks
her catty moves
are going unnoticed.
She watches him
walk towards
the open bar
stopping to say
“Hi”
to a few
male friends
along the way
feeling her eyes
on him
he only gives
the female ones
a slight nod
and half smile
as he walks
by them,
she looks over
at the Barbie
trying to steal
her Ken
she’s tanner
than he is
and falling
all out of
that dress
in all the
right ways,
she sets her
empty champagne
glass
on a lonely
table
in the middle
of a crowded
room
and with some
difficulty
trains her eyes
on a painting
from the
“Post-Impressionism”
period
trying to show
she was unconcerned
with his movements
through out
the party’s floor,
he comes up
behind her
as she stares
at the painting
two full
long stemmed
champagne flutes
in his right hand
slips his left hand
around her waist
gently
pulling her body
back against
his
she wants to
resist,
show she
still has
control
but she can’t
her body
now held
tightly up
against his
his warm breath
washing over
the nape
of her neck
a prelude
to his moist lips
leaving a trail
of soft kisses
in its wake
she shutters
as she leans back
against him
trying to increase
the pressure
between their
bodies
her eyes
still locked on
that reproduction
of
Vincent Van Gogh’s
“Cafe Terrace at Night”
as any thoughts
she once had
of walking away
from him
tonight
melt away
from her mind,
she turns around
takes her glass
by the long stem
then takes
a much
needed drink
careful
not to leave
her lipstick
on the rim
of her glass
she looks over
the other couples
at the party
trying to judge
the status
of their relationships
she can tell
right away
she’s not the
only one that would
like to put
a leash and muzzle
on their significant
other
she finishes
the rest of her
champagne
takes a couple
of steps
over to that
lonely table
and sets her
glass down
next to it’s
empty partner,
she looks over
at him
chatting up
the young lady
pretending to be
a bartender
on her weekend
catering job
she watches
as he reaches
over
takes the first
champagne flute
from her hand
letting his fingers
lightly brush
over hers
as he takes
the stem of
the glass,
she can see
the young lady’s
face go flush
from his touch
he takes the
second glass
she lets
her fingers
help his
as they both
pretend
not to notice
that there are
way too many
fingers
for holding
one glass
she shakes her
head
and goes back
to looking at
the painting
her thoughts
trying to convince
her mind
he’s not so bad,
an argument
she’s too smart
to win
but can’t stop
herself
from having,
she laughs
at herself
being made
to feel like
a jealous
school girl
knowing
she deserves better
but remembers
feeling like
part of her
was dying
after months
and months
of always waking up
alone
she had taken
a business approach
when it came
to deciding
whether or not
she should be
letting him into
her life
now might be
a good time
to take a
closer look
at her accounting
practices,
she probably
shouldn’t have
added up
all the numbers
after a very long
and very
fulfilling night
of his company
“Well”
“That’s why their called”
“Variables”
she says
out loud
her empty champagne
glasses
to far away
to hear her,
he makes his way
back to her
unaware
his worth
as a boyfriend
is being recalculated
“How about”
“Calling it”
“A night”
she says
“Head home”
“And make the most”
“Of what little time”
“We have left”
“Sure”
he says
“Then I can get you”
“All to myself”
she gives him
a sad smile
before turning back
towards the painting
as he starts to
make his way
towards the door
she notices
a woman
sitting all alone
at one of the
tables
in the painting
makes a mental note
to by a print
of this painting,
she looks back
at her boyfriend
as he hits
the lonely table
with his hip
as he walks by
causing it to rock
back and forth
on it’s narrow
stand
one of the empty
champagne glasses
tips on to its
side
and rolls away
from the other
crashing to the
floor
leaving
just one glass
still standing
all alone
on the table
“And then there was”
“Only one”
she says
out loud
to the empty
champagne glass
on the lonely
table
as she walks
past
on her way
to the door…
Tom Allen…09-15-2017…