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a threat to my immortality

she undressed in front of me

keeping her pussy to the front

while I lay in bed with a bottle of

beer.

where’d you get that wart on

your ass? I asked.

that’s no wart, she said,

that’s a mole, a kind of

birthmark.

that thing scares me, I said,

let’s call

it off.

I got out of bed and

walked into the other room and

sat on the rocker

and rocked.

she walked out. now, listen, you

old fart. you’ve got warts and scars and

all kinds of things all over

you. I do believe you’re the ugliest

old man

I’ve ever seen.

forget that, I said, tell me some more

about that

mole on your butt.

she walked into the other room

and got dressed and then ran past me

slammed the door

and was

gone.

and to think,

she’d read all my books of

poetry too.

I just hoped she wouldn’t tell

anybody that

I wasn’t pretty.