He was sorry that he had even come over
in the first place.
In the first place, why was he still bothering her?
Next, she had left
her shades up in the window
by the window he had to look through
when he was just ringing her doorbell.
Her breasts were flattened against the table.
Her spine made a convex and then a concave line as it
pushed against the man who pushed inside her.
She didn't even see him at first
and then she did
and then she made a stupid little smile on his face
and waved a little wave with his hand.
She closed her eyes so she wouldn't see him
and the long muscles in her shoulders stood outwhen she arched her back
(Originally published in Tyounyi, Santa Fe, New Mexico, 1989)