Poetry of Issue #7        Page 21

SHE SAT IN A NITECLUB WITH HER DATE

She sat in a niteclub with her date
the music was very loud
there was someone at another table
with a cruel mouth
they stared at each other
he slipped her a matchbook
with his phone number
when she got home her heart
was beating very fast
shabbily dressed
he looked like a junky
his mouth was very familiar
she wanted his mouth
she didn’t call
she was afraid
she was a very good girl.

  ©1976Lois Michal Unger