Thirteen
... he told me,
confessing later twelve.
I thought more like ten.
It was actaully eleven
when I last partook.
That did me in.
I was losing inhibition,
desperately driving.
I had a recurring thought.
Rumors that could be true
enamor me.
Nobody has to tell them.
I needed some connection,
a way to make him mine.
We played for money.
I don't know who won,
who was on top.
He got what I grabbed for.
He needed a distraction,
some encouragement.
I lost four dollars;
and much more than that.
for- Andrew
Copyright © 2001 T. Masami Tadehara
