Men like air

She would have

you believe

a breakfast

of champions

she craves

She would pretend

secrets

are revealed

to the depraved

And she would laugh,

knave

At all the bright, best

passing her tests.

She thinks

that the only

passing

grade

Was the last one

that laid

or the next one

she’ll trade

with you.

For the moment

she can feel

men like air

passing through her

nostrils

As she quietly

smokes

and jokes

to her friends

That the only

good man

is the next one.

11/01/04