She opened up her cash register
to give me change.
I believe it was the wonder
model number double D.
"The bigger the better" she said.
"Less trips to the bank."
But I didn't buy that she
had a bank account that
didn't get slept on.
And it likely shared a space
with a .22 revolver.
I recall her emotion one
evening while describing how
the grip filled her hand
better than most her patrons.
"Like God made it just for me" she said.
She was salivating when she got to
the part where she pulls the cock
back, emphatic about the fact
that she only does it when
it's not loaded.
It was at this point during our relationship
that I was wondering why I didn't see
the .22 in the brochure.
Spitzer didn't know the gun
was a metaphor either.
But we all do now.
This article appears in May 13-19, 2009.