Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Valerie

hey, you! got a cigarette?
the woman was barley visible in the night.
only got one left, i shouted down from my balcony
i'm Valerie, she said.
i did not reply.
just got out here from Florida.
left my husband and everything, she kept on going
he's a pro golfer, you know... on the PGA tour and all...
i can't tell you his name.
why in the hell would you leave him, i asked?
this psychic told me to leave him.
you know, i used to be a model.
in the darkness, i had to take her word for it.
but then i got this illness that made me fat,
and then this dog bit my face real bad.
once again, i had to take her word for it.
i'm gonna be a famous actress out here in six months.
is that what the psychic told you?
that's what she told me... but,hey, i could really use a cigarette.
i threw my last cigarette down in the dark.
hey Valerie, i said, stop by after you become famous.
will do, she said, and i saw the glowing tip of the cigarette
gently bounce down the street.
six months have passed,
and i'm still waiting for Valerie to stop by.

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