eternal infamy
we met a couple of days ago
in a dimlit dive; we chatted, kissed
goodnight—and she blew me in the
restroom. I cooked some dinner, she arrived with
two six-packs of tuborg and small bag
of pot. we polished some joints, drank some beer,
ate the decent dinner. we kissed,
she went down on me
again, then I reciprocated the favor. she climaxed, but
I was too tired to continue. we laid
down, she rolled a joint, and after a few
puffs I could get it up
again. come morning, she
left. I doubt I’ll
see her again; she’ll live forever, though,
in this lowly, loveless poem.
©2022 George Gad Economou All rights reserved.
George Gad Economou holds a Master’s degree in Philosophy of Science and resides in Athens, Greece, doing freelance work whenever he can while searching for a new place to go. His novella, Letters to S., was published in Storylandia Issue 30 and his short stories and poems have appeared in literary magazines, such as Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Chamber Magazine, The Edge of Humanity Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Modern Drunkard Magazine. His first poetry collection, Bourbon Bottles and Broken Beds, was published by Adelaide Books in 2021.