Keep In Touch (Or See Ya Next Summer)

You have become one of those people
who call me up when looking through
your address book.
What to say, catching up-new pet
old job, new girl, same friends-
long pause-
I choose someone other than you.
You have to let me know it
doesn’t affect you.
Well, it affects me.
I just wanted to feel the way
I used to feel when your voice
could make my palms sweat
and lying on my bed alone
with the reciever in hand and
my fingers skimming the
surface of my thighs.
You have company,
It wasn’t your fault you snored
all night and your body heat
touching my bare legs was
driving me crazy.
Yet I still blame you for not
being the right one-for being
too much like my mother
and letting all your old friends
down including me.
I’m not even aroused, cheap date.
I was in the mood and everything.
Gotta go kiddo- you whisper in
your imfamous bedroom voice.
You’ve never even been in mine.
I’m doing fine by the way.

9-23-98