Erin (2)

Erin’s ass was the topic of conversation
One     long     night
To her bow the Orange Blossoms
and to her the Ketchup Blossoms

In my hair
          as I left the next morning
                    a Jaded Rose

Erin (1)

“I never held Erin in my arms,” he says
“I never held her in my arms-”
And yet
No regret
About me and my wit
Or me and my charms
“I think you’re really pretty,” he says