27.08.04 - 9:05 p.m.

i wonder what you were thinking, listening
to my message; i wonder if your secretary
excused herself and backed out of the room
embarrasedly, if you sat down in your desk chair
and thought of the saturday when we were twelve
he had me against the wall and you
a yamulke on skinny legs screamed
get away from her youre messing her up
and i sank to the floor the last thing i heard
was you in my ear saying none of its true
god will get him, youll see.