The Number Nine

I was trying
to catch a bus.

Ray was in this dream.
An apartment somewhere,
Jack Hunter.

Over by the bus in a short one piece body dress
was a black gal in my
Wills class

who reminds me of Nalo,
from high school.

Her dress
is riding up.

She’s got no panties on.

Her clit is wet and throbbing.
We were waiting for the bus.
It was coming.

I think we were running for it.

[02.27.2005]