By M. Clara White


Bitch Jane sobbed
after jumping the fence
to the pool

at the Ramada
her bra yellow
from sweat stains

that dripped from
her tits, those
giant udders

wasn’t it fresh to
be sexy in little
faded tulips

wrapped in whatever
sweaty Jane utters
who said I

love you girl
talking maybe
of fucking
or maybe just
talking about