Do you ever think about her?

I do, I say, and it's true

Every year around Halloween, I'm damned to relive our arguments

And aspirations

I will never love another woman the way I loved you.

But that's not what I say

I say

She has the prettiest pussy in the world

And they laugh

They think I'm joking

Because you were right about what they see when they see you coming

Too tall, too black, too strange

But I'm not joking.

And while they laugh I am remembering

The sleek interior, slippery as a wet marble, a sunset rose set in cream

And the haze of my lust as I dug my chin

Into your asshole, trying to make a home in that ocean cave

Too snug for an eel

And the fat, unpretentious pearl of your clit, just as glossy

A perfect crown

Between your long, long legs, so long

And brown as burnt cinnamon

Crusted to the bottom of a coffee cup.

They laugh

And I smile into my lap, wistful

For what we never were

And say, she does. She has the prettiest pussy

In the world.