Vagina saint could've been taken different ways. I have this thing for one woman, many men. I like writing things about that sort of thing.
And also watching things.
I tell him, Do not think you are special. He is 14.
As are his friends. I remind them
because I know how teenage boys elbow each other and boast afterwards. Predictable like how it was a given that
every husband I’d ever had would leave the seat up after a piss.
He is going first. He
puts on a condom and gets in. It doesn’t
last long. By the time they are all done
I could’ve microwaved and eaten a steak and cheese burrito.
I stare at the sag of their pants as they leave and catch
myself before I tell them to pull that shit up.
If the boys wore their pants like that back when my son was growing up,
I never would’ve let him leave the trailer.
I turn the volume back up on Maury. I count the money one more time.

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