my first blonde

there aren't too many
things more attractive
than these accented
European women.
it's sick;
I fell for one
and all she did
was ask for a bowl.
[anything out those lips
was instant gold.]
I don't even think
I answered back;
not shallow enough
to follow through;
it wouldn't be right
of me to do
anyway—

if she wasn't disgusted by
my fatalism and
worldly malaise,
I'd have to tell her
how much crazier we are
back in the States.
but even then,
she wouldn't believe me. Fine;
I'd stay with her
two or
three months
and prove her very wrong.