She was sad
and fat
She was not what I expected
when I opened the front door
of the apartment I was renting in the city
Yes, I had said I wanted something new
something not many people asked for
and she was certainly that
in all of her sad, fat glory.
I told her I was clean
and she took me at my word
and we drank wine
and snorted a little cocaine
before we went to the fold-out couch bed
I drank more wine than she did
she cried more than I did
I figured she cried for me
because I had welcomed her into where I lived
but maybe she cried for herself
I suppose I will never know
she was gone the next morning
the money on the table too
and I could never again say I hadn’t fucked a pregnant whore
stained mattress
