the shapely asstory of helen  

i met this womban, she was called helen and she ate celery
she liked my dog fiscus and wanted to pet him
but the fis-man wanted summa that celery she was packin
she was patronizing – not realizing that he was a refined son of a bitch
so he bit her finger and her redness spilled on the snow.
she screamed so blue and sharp that i thought she would thank me…
…but she cried instead,
and i used my bandaides to fix her up
and then she said something strange.
something ive never heard from female lungs.
“you’ve seen my blood, and that’s all of me, really.
frankly, television doesn’t interest me, but
would you like to see my bum, now, for the symmetry of the moment?”
me startled. me not know what to say.
the fis-man lets outta bark – he wants to see her
she turns around and flips her skirt
      -     just for a moment.
i saw helen. histories and blood.
            i grew like sex
and fiscus snored that night.

© 2006 Delwood Finch