All this was imaginary, of course.
Things you did with cocktail waitresses,
sorority sisters and rich girls
with thoroughbred horses.
I stayed inside, writing gibberish in reverse,
impatient but placated by the thought of it all,
your heat and discord,
the ripple of your cotton boxers
falling at your feet.
Kristen Havens lives in Los Angeles, where she works as a movie studio temp, private tutor, editorial assistant, and substitute teacher. She is currently at work on several screenplays and a novel.
I wrote this poem in the year after I graduated college. I think it's pretty direct. Sometimes I go on a brevity kick. It's like the mental equivalent of a high colonic.