pardon me, my lady, did you say hiccups or d cups?

he said he'd stop at nothing
but then
something came up
undid his belt
unzipped his fly
oh boy
there was magic in the air
but then
there was no magic
and it's funny
but it's not
there never ever was
it was all just make believe
like sheets on children
render them ghosts
like toy soldiers
killing
every other toy soldier
with rubber bands
and funny mouth sounds
laden with saliva
everything here
from the way the neon lights
shone through the open blinds
to the way she looked at him
when she came to his door
he knew
she knew
he knew
he was as lost
as the money he left
in short stacks
like pancakes
on the edge of the dealer's table
lost
like a boy scout
stranded
in the wilderness
stranded
by so-called friends
lost
mired in drink
the dealer's gaze
laughing
without laughing
better than him
without effort
he turned to touch her
indifferent
to whether she knew
he was crying like a baby
he knew
she knew
he knew
crying
inside and out
through and through
it was written all over his face
if only she'd still been there to read it
then catch his fall
he began at birth