After dreaming of a vaguely-handsome, wide-bodied Russian
with slinted eyes and fingers the size of her forearms,
languidly aroused by the cotton sheets.
Having otherwise let the bed do her,
she opted instead for a cleansing pee.
The sheets were outraged,
to say nothing of the mattress beneath.
© Ruth Ann Scanzillo
2012 all rights reserved.
I mean it.