LOU RASMUS

I’m standing outside,
waiting for her to
finish her drink.
I told her I wanted
a cigarette.
She said she didn’t
want to be rushed.
I said, “don’t hurry.”
But I’ve been out here
for ten minutes now,
and I’m not sure
where she is.
I smoke another cigarette.
She’s still inside.
Then I say “fuck it” and leave.
I’m sure she’ll go home
with someone else anyway.

DEAD RED FISH