minimart

she watched him scratch his balls
she stood behind the counter
and that part of her rubbing the shelf below
might as well have been a million miles away.
it could have taken a slow boat to china
and made a few wrong turns, came home
and went out for a smoke before retiring--
he'd never know.

it was fascinating for her to watch
the contours of his dockers change,
and she pressed herself harder
because she could imagine wandering
lost in the beauty of a desert--not here--
and to him she was neither there nor here: exciting.
he turned away from the chips
and was transfigured for her:
a flash of dark curls through an unzipped fly.

she reached past all his nickel and dime
flatness. it was sight of his cock,
it informed her, put it to her deep inside,
yes you sloppy man i see your cock
i'm not in orbit, on the beach counting sand:
i'm in this fucking store, with you
and i'm vibrating, goddamit,
can't see. grab another candy bar,
turn, yes, breaktime now,
sadie check him out, haha
i'm off to the moon
later