she was a Palestinian hollaback
girl; Aneeta is probably a doctor
by now, Belma I'll remember forever
as my Bosnian doll with utterly
luscious feet so curved like
garter snakes; cute as she was
Belma was not my adored
Laura Carroll
all American wiseacre ditz sharp
& flirty just plain beautiful;
her dad dated Stephanie Powers

now when a woman walked up to
me on the street
& said **** me now;
that's me too;

I've picked up girls w/ a look
phone number in hand now forgotten
started an affair;
too many beers & who knew

girl said I've always liked u
after two years became my gf
for five years; another lover
bites my ****;
the girl I really like
really really like hates me;
what are u gonna do,
not everyone can hate u
gave a great detective novel
to a girl upstairs; u guessed
it detective novels get u laid

this is the history of a man;
not the history of everyone

a woman walked up to me
in front of Starbucks & said
please feel me up; we
became good friends until
she disappeared
somewhere in Pakistan;
like my beloved Shamy
forced to marry her cousin
by her grandmother
in Bangladesh