there was this woman i dated once upon a time a real wild one that could drink ten men under the table
she was something to look at with a foul mouth and big blue eyes that could should lightning bolts while she smiled
every time we went out together it was a night of poetry and drinking and smoking and laughing all night
but she had this habit of leaving pairs of her panties in the strangest places like tucked next to her car seat
the first time i opened the passenger door to find a zebra striped thong hanging out as my daughter stared in shock
well that was awkward to say the least but any scars formed in child raising are badges of some twisted honor
certain songs remind me of that crazy lady that smelled like flowers and tasted like vodka and lingering smoke
then i stalk about looking for random pairs of panties strewn about my life that could strike at the wrong time.