Sonnet August Sixteen
He tells me they went clubbing the other weeknight
frequenting one of those “antiseptic” places;
she squeezed his arm, pointed out a shapeless blonde,
sighing—I’d drink it up, your flirting with her;
I’d love to see your character in action.
He wavered—you’re teasing; anyways I’m with you.
She cradled closer—we all could be together—
then whispered—and I’m secure enough to survive
comparisons with her—but intimated
another woman at the far end of the bar—
yet that one’s too bewitching and Jesus what
a body; you’d forsake me in a fucking heartbeat.
Baby—he tells me that he told her plainly
—I’d never be unfaithful in a three-way.
~Son Rivers 2005
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