It was a deep dig.
A lady lawyer, walking past,
thought I was pleasuring myself.
All of this happened in an alleyway,
separating South Second and South First Streets
in downtown San José.
In a way, her reaction was just:
she, trying to get to her office;
I, looking sick, disheveled,
cigarette dangling from my mouth,
wanting to be lit,
digging through my pocket
like a junky looking for that one penny he picked up,
and the pleasurable sigh when I found
the intended object.
©2013 José-Ariel Cuevas