THE PIZZA GIRL

THE PIZZA GIRL 

i spent like an hour dreaming of her

for three nights in a row

i could vividly remember, in my sleep

in my recalling

her tits

so young and fresh and pale white

nipples like rosebuds like drawn by Alberto Vargas

just like her pussy

so sweet and proud and very silly

one day she came

(after she came)

we were eating a pizza and I smashed the pizza against

the wall

the sauce stain is still there on my wall as a reminder of

that later day

when she told me

with a crooked infantile stupid smile

"I thought you were always funny"

she was always quoting the simpsons

she was always out with her other psycho teenage

girlfriends

and some boys too

she would flirt

and take drinks

and joke and eat and be happy

in a desperate way

she could have been, then, something more than just a

poor young lady whose daddy was dismissive of her

he didnt care

I cared

he had the good pizzas

I didnt

she overdosed on pills and weed

he ate ravioli by her sickness bed

I took her home

still dazed

and I waited

five years

and the second week she was gone I called her and just then

she giggled and joyfully

told me we were thru and that

that was that

and I said OK as long as you are happier than now

Im not gonna get in your way

I sneak on her facebook sometimes

I shouldnt but I do

and she has these pastors and these religious meeting banners

but she is not there

she is not there

definitely not with me some

older guy took her under his jesuschrist wing

and its kinda sad for me but I hope it is not for her

I bet she eats well now

protected by divine shields and laws

but i guess her ass doesnt take it as good as I had her

you used to weep

drunken butterfly witch bitch

gushing down the bottle of wine

pretending I was your father

as I gave you all from behind

sweet pink swollen asshole open like the Paraná river

my fingers inside of you

while you joked about how I would never

get any better than yours

I havent prayed for myself since I was ten years old

and tonight

Im gonna have me a hell of a muzzarella

All for myself

remembering that day I escorted you to the choir singing test

where you ended up in the 98th position for

a leading role in a cheap vocal ensamble who just

couldnt get it right after

the 19th take.