was like his woman,
fast and loose. You couldn’t
put your fingers through
his hair because he wore too much

mousse.  When it was over, he’d
ask you to leave. You couldn’t help
but feeling cheap. He’s cut you down
like the growth on his face. You knew

you could be easily replaced. Are men
jerks because they’re handsome and
they know woman will act obsequious
just to get their attention?