Promises she shows up at my door late one night asking me if I’m the poet no I tell her the bum skipped town years ago but she doesn’t believe me so I invite her in for drinks she has long blonde hair and bright beautiful eyes and her body keeps working its way into my thoughts and she’s droning on and on about how she’s always wanted to meet me and each time she empties her glass I quickly refill it and hand it right back she stumbles over to me starts kissing me hard on the mouth her tongue darting in and out then she pulls away so we can catch our breaths stands up to take off her dress but instead passes out on the floor her wonderful thighs exposed my heart sputtering in my ears and the disappointment of her promises left unfulfilled permeating the room. Poem by James Babb