86 Jersey

By: Abbie Leavens

 

Girls know how to do that—

Flaunt their breasts

through their blouses,

learn how to smile,

how to sexy-scowl

at the Neanderthal

with the number 86 Jersey.

He is staked, a little sweaty.

His handprint, a coaster

for the next Bud Light bottle.

When he leaves for the bathroom to piss of his night

he shoots you a look like

you’d better not leave without me,

but you do.

This isn’t a happy ending, small town.

You know he has your number.

You know you answer every time.