bull shit and reality

one was a “flight nurse”
saving lives 4 days a week
on 12 hour shifts

the other was a
“buyer for Coke”
or an “ex stripper”
or just still trying
to figure out who she
wants to be when
sitting at a bar

but both were really
single mothers
divorcees
dealing in the
sales and rentals
of portable toilets (of any kind)
dumpsters
temporary fencing
anything to get rid of your waste
or to keep the waste out

they were both
vivacious
good to look at
educated
and curious

they emitted sex appeal
that any man or woman
would appreciate

the younger one
the one confused about
who she wants to be
likes “older men”
the older one
the flight nurse
likes “younger men”

i didn’t fit either mold

i just so happen to be sitting
next to them
drowning my anger in
meat and beer

they were a good distraction
for a brief moment

the flight nurse asked
if i would write about them
i told her eventually i would

eventually came sooner
than later
as did reality

i paid my tab
and went on my way
wondering later on
if the
“ I don’t like sweater vest” status
was about me