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Dr Honeymoon Checks Her Watch

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by Fleming Meeks 

 

Dr. Honeymoon met me at nine at Quatorze

in emerald silk with her hair up, ordered steak,

explained recombinant DNA

and did I see Joan Didion two tables away.                              

She has a patient who comes in for an AIDS test

every time he picks up a waitress.

Six in seven weeks,” she says.

“I don’t know if he wants me to hold him or to scold him.

Laughing, looking at her watch, hair coming undone

after a second scotch.

“Now tell me something that will embarrass you,”

she says, “and no excuses.”

“I got a tattoo when I was twenty-four so I’d never forget

I’m a fuck up. That’s all. And you?”

“I slept with Van Morrison. He’s this tall. But cute.”

Smiling full on and shifting her hips,

a bubble of spit glistenining on her lips.

 

published 9 October 2013