He picks me up at eight in his mother’s BMW.
He rolls up the sleeves of his maroon wool sweater
and orders an Old Fashioned. He's been drilling oil
in Saudi Arabia and he gets lonely there.
He reads for pleasure and misses the way company
makes him feel. He was a Civil Engineer at Vanderbilt
and he says I remind him of a Southern girl.
I am waiting patiently for him to kiss me.
I am into another guy who is a little bit colorblind.
He wants to wear more green because he has gray-green eyes,
but he can’t find the shirts in the store.
He holds my hand in the black light of dirty college bars.
He fucks me then assures me he's not looking for a girlfriend.
He pushes my hair back and tells me I look hotter au naturale.