in the latticed night, reader, i e-mailed him

adventure spreading all over the screen

like a cocktail of mexican fragrances

these weren’t virgin portals he knocked on
in search of adventure all over the screen

my swarthy lover needed no coaxing

mine wasn’t the first laptop he’d seen

tequila, bouquets, a house of applause
this grifter didn’t need snake oil

and i, dear reader, was greedy for buttering

quick silver bouquets, a house of applause

i padded my bed with his foreign body
my latino lover was greedy for pleasure,

my wallet was empty; ready to jelly-roll

i feathered my bed with his corpulent body

rivers of gold he’d swap for my honey
his wallet was crammed, he was ready to roll

in a morphic haze of mexican gold

won by swindling; reader, i swapped

facebook & pj’s for a night with a con