waiting for Petros.

[dadio]

And Petros said, I’ll pick you
Up around twelve, be ready,
Don’t keep me waiting, but as
Millie sits on her bed with the

Sun pushing itself into her room
And she looking at the sky and
Hearing the birds, she feels nothing
For going out with Petros, not

After what she found out about
Him and that whore from the store,
That big-busted girl who serves him
Most days with his small pieces of

Shopping, her eyes on him, her
Dampness between the thighs, him
All eyes, all smiles. Millie cannot see
Herself sitting opposite him in the

Restaurant where he knows the
Waiters and leaves big tips, and
Not let it show she knows what he’s
Been up to, how he’s been betraying

Her for another. The sunlight warms her,
The birds do their best to cheer, the
Bed is soft and comfortable and she
Would far rather sit there on the bed

And empty him from her heart and head,
Push all thought of him from her, wipe
Him from her flesh, brush him from her
Hair, undo his fucks and holds, unpluck

The kisses on her body. Mother always
Said girls should be wary of a man’s deep
Intentions; they are not to be trusted,
Always look to their eyes for any betrayal.

Millie cannot be bothered to wash or
Dress or brush her hair, cannot bring
Herself to climb from the bed and prepare
For him. She sits and stares and remembers

Him in the bed with her, his arms folding
About her body, his lips presses home to
Her skin, and she silly bitch always let him
Fuck her, always let him in. She looks back

At the clock, half ten. She rises from the bed,
Sighs, goes to the bathroom, washes herself
From sleep. She will prepare herself; brush
Her hair, put on the new dress he’d bought,

The new shoes; pretend she doesn’t know
About the whore from the store and his dark
Betrayal; make it all right; yes, she’ll get ready,
Put on the clothes. But no, an inner voice says,

Don’t you dare, get back to bed, unwash your
Silly self, brush him from your mind and hair.
But she ignores the inner voice and begins to
Dress, forgetting betrayals, wanting his caress,

Wanting him no matter what, his body, his lips,
Him inside her, pressing skin with his fingertips.

[the mingo]

old stories best stories - thx for this terry

[dadio]

thank you, the mingo.