Poem | sweet Columbian cheeks

I was good enough

to drive her home, and

She was complaining about

her right cheek bruising; she

couldn’t get comfortable, but

said she liked it, then

She started going on about

how she had booked the

wrong month for her holiday

and it had been and gone.

No holiday - no refund.

She didn’t know how

to tell her daughter.

Then asks:

“Do you enjoy

kissing me?”

“Get your boyfriend

to pay for your

holiday…” I say.

She calls me cruel, and

she meant it.

I laugh. She’s no better

I thought about saying.

Instead, I laughed, and

she laughed, and

her cheeks

lit up so

sweetly.

…