Ellie

Billy knew how to make her moan
all the way down to her groin
during midnight cowboy nights
in panhandle Amarillo
when stars, he said, resembled Orion,
to her, Cupid, draw back your bow.

Perhaps they once shined in Fallujah
she says, but not on San Fernando
Valley walled-in swimming pools

as she wipes her belly of T-Bone
who tells everyone that he hangs
out with the best at Muscle Beach.

"Cut. It's a wrap. Take ten, people,"
Long John says. The gaffer is Chad.