She was too dumb to know better
And that’s what he loved about her
Love that hung in the air
Like gas station toilet paper
Thin,
fibery and unsuited to the purpose
It hung there to scare you
It hung there out of necessity
Out of need and urgency
It hung there for perverts
And ne’er-do-wells to feed on
And when you were quiet, and gone
They held each others
Legs like legs
Like logs
Like velcro skin melting together
Hands over skin
So smooth, so young
So unlike any other
They didn’t care to move
Or bother you
With the utility
The accumulation
or wet confirmation
Of their desire
