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Ideal
by Luther Moss
She will be throwing oranges into
the desert
or reading a photocopied text in a public park
she will have a voice -melody from josie and the pussycats
(the comic book, with quarter notes in her speech bubbles)
when she smiles her face will light up
a slot machine the moment before it starts spilling out nickels
writing these incredible letters filled with her drawings
never claiming to be an artist
even denying the fact that she is any good.
She'll walk into the bar, order four tequilas w/ wheels and
two Coronas (she'll apologize that they don't have a better
Mexican beer)
laying the drinks out on the table and telling me
she's getting me drunk so she can take advantage of me
I'll laugh and won't believe her until, smiling over her beer,
she makes me take shots 3 and 4.
and maybe after a week or so of practically living with her
during foreplay she'll stop and insist on sex accompanied by
Tom Jones
It'll end up being one of the most perverse experiences of my
life
and all of this will happen with the knowledge that
we were both looking for a tragedy.
