Me and the Devil

[plural]

I saw the girl ... what girl or is it which girl

the girl

the girl with the permanent creased pants ... the ones that are like that ... just like that straight out of the dryer don't even need ironing

I remember those pants vividly

If I recall I rather liked them rather liked them a lot and I think I liked what was in them too

oh yes her ... what about her ... I saw her today that's all ... all? are you sure if that was all why am I here

well

we talked flirted smiled glimmered ever so

briefly

it was swell I think but how would I know

truly
madly
deeply

I never have know such things

I noticed her

smile

again for the first time

today

or maybe I just never paid any mind before

it was
a
goodness

her name is Heidi yes like from the fairytale ... no no she doesn't wear lederhosen ... why not I don't know why don't you ask her ... no no don't do that

and anyway ... yes anyway ... the matter is closed you cant ask her that's final ... I am moving on with my little fable
so anyway

I may be finding myself rather attracted to her which would be a first in this little burg I now call home

a first indeed and perhaps even a pleasant one
mayhaps in short order she will visit me visit my dreams such things always tell us more than they should
I might like that
I might indeed
of course anything would be better than my recent dreams dreams of silicone heartbreak and hand shaped bruises on my chest

at the very least I am interested to see what comes the next time ... what next time
the next time
on Wednesday you know the day after tomorrow ... oh yes Wednesday
what happens then
the next time ... what next time ... the next time we meet
oh yes
what about it

I think I might like it that is all
really
might? are you not sure ... how hard can it be to know one way or another
it just is
no real reason see
life is uncertain that way and my battered heart is fickle these days ... fickle you say I do not believe you not in the least
why not
your heart is never fickle never soft only rampant always diving deeper into someone or another

it is not ... sure it is look at it pulsing there behind the bruise on your chest ... five fingers that never let go never set it free

what about them I like them there as long as I do not have to think about them ... anyway they help me remember without having to ... help me think when I do not want to

and

who knows you already know no I don't and neither do you

if she doesn't do something incredibly appalling
I might even ask her out
but
there is not here ... yet
and
who knows if I will still be interested
tomorrow

that is up
to my most fickle fates
to decide

actually they are mine ... the fates I mean ... you have just been borrowing them ... what well I didn't need them and you did ... you looking through that stained glass window like that

oh shut up I had good cause, as good as any I suppose I didn't want to go into that and you know it ... none of that serious stuff nothing serious at all
just
a casual tale of casual thoughts

sure I believe you