Fantasies for girls, I
by Aleah Sato
[ poetry - december 05 ]
Me and Chris
Isaak
took a drive through the dirty roads
of Nevada.
He wanted a desert rose,
a thorny flower,
and I was in my sexual prime
so how could I do otherwise?
This confession
shouldn't surprise.
I've been slinking thru hot roads,
paving the way for another
crooner to enter into the dark saloon of
this woman's mind.
And here we are,
my red stiletto
against his perfect
oh.
Me and Chris
Isaak -
My girlfriends are seething.
The loners wonder how I did it,
picked up this perfect specimen
of honky-tonk beauty,
agreeable to the drive
and the way I drive
him.
The things
I’ve done to make fame
out of men.
I've got fancy blue eyes crying
for Willie Nelson.
Beer on my dashboard.
Weapons for dying
young.
So I took Chris
to Houston
and promised him all women,
fortune
I could fetch him.
But that kind of catch
won't stay around for breakfast.
I adjusted his
hair,
my skirt
and winked at him in the rear-view -
a show of ego.
I knew he had not yet
figured out
my unimportance.
