Showing me a picture
Of a very young woman
The man smiled
Saying
She made him happy.
Taking the direct approach
I asked the difference
In their ages.
Twenty six years.
Knowing he had just received
An inheritance
I posed the next question.
Is she asking for money?
Well, yeah
He said.
She has a lot of bills.
She has a kid.
She doesn’t work.
But, God
Isn’t she pretty?
Question three:
Do you ever feel you’re being
Used?
He smiled awkwardly.
But, damn!
Where ever could I find someone
Like her?
I ended the interview.
But he wanted to keep talking.
Her name is…
I held up my hand
Hoping he’d stop.
I knew her name.
It’s Legion.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Someone Like Her
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Tuesday, June 10, 2014
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