ralph was here

by Justin Hyde

picked her up
at tuesday night karaoke
down at the
plaza pub.

soon as
my apt door closed
she was
knee-bound

pants around
my ankles.

i got her
pants off

started eating
pussy
right there
on the floor.

in my periphery
i saw a bruise
or a birthmark
on her inner thigh
due west
of her button.

looking closer
it was a tattoo.

crude amateur job.

it said:
RALPH
WAS HERE.

i pulled up
and requested
back-story.

she told me
ralph was her husband.
how he'd hit a deer
on his harley
over past van-meter
two years ago.

that's not
going to be
a problem
is it?

i wasn't
sure.

i
spit in my hand
to check
temperament:

no no
there was
no problem.