THE REPRESENTATIVE
 
downstairs
she had a map
with all pins in it. all the places,
she explained,
where she had been.
 
upstairs
on a bed
and below
an empty fireplace,
in a room
which once
had been a whole apt
to itself,
I did my naked
best. she was usually a lesbian,
she said,
older than me
and an artist;
she did paint
and carved prints –
said I
was the first guy
she’d let fuck her
since she’d realised
at 20. and I
was very drunk; not
doing
much of a job,
fumbling
my moves,
my cock
another pin.
 
afterwards
we went downstairs – shared cigarettes
and more whiskey. the dogs
flopped on the sofas
like solid
fur rugs. came over
and sniffed around
my crotch,
inspected
my armpits.
 
the next morning
she drove me to the subway,
feeling
like a kid
going to school.
 
I can’t imagine
I changed her mind much
as a representative of men
going up
against women.