|
Carly
Sachs
Conspiracy
Theory
Standing
in line for
tickets
he
ponders how
to impress
her
he
knows it's
not going to
be that stupid
yawn trick
she's
had too many
men to buy
that one
perhaps
his hand will
drape across
her thigh
or
he'll whisper
lines of Russian
poetry during
the previews
while
his hand creeps
under her slip
brushing
against her
knees like
blades of grass
then
stop
so
she will have
to lean in
and beg
he
will refuse
excuse
himself feigning
hunger
she
knows this
game
when
he is gone
she
will slide
down her panties
backside
and legs burning
against the
cheap ruby
seats
her
dress resettling
like curtains
he
will bring
her popcorn
placing
the bag in
her lap
she
knows he's
calculated
this invasion
she
keeps her eyes
on the screen
until she
can
feel him perspiring
parting her
legs just enough
before
he says grace
tonight he
will down a
few shots of
Cuttysark
wishing
he could share
his bragging
rights with
the boys back
in Boston
but
they know all
too well that
Jackie O. would
never do a
thing like
that.
|
