Snow-balling.
We’d never seen each other
on a Tuesday until ragged,
I woke up smelling like fascism.
Making love to you was like
trying to ride a bicycle in deep sand.
In this we were similar; both tired
of meeting strangers and pretending
it would end in anything but stranger.
You were really frank, told me
you’d gotten all your boyfriends
to swallow their own come. Yes,
even the Marine. You told me
your brother was in rehab.
I promised not to tell anyone.
__________mario ariza is a drunk and a lout, and not terribly good at writing these little blurbs. he works for a living and keeps a cat. he wishes he spent less time on the internet.