Rolled Again

I fall forward on the tile of the motel bathroom
and feel her hand
lift the wallet out…

this rouses me a moment, I am able to turn upon my
side…
I see she’s black…   well, I’m anti-black, anti-white,
anti-yellow, anti-pink, anti-brown…

“god damn you!” I say.

she just laughed as she opens the motel door
closes it
and is gone.

the ocean, San Diego, near San Diego,
summer
and two unopened beds with pink
bedcovers…
and her
French-kissing me
as I play with her black legs…
a good day at the track, a
$200 day.

finally
I get up from the tiles
finish the whiskey
pull back the covers of one unused
bed, get in and
listen to the
ocean…

she woulda been a beautiful piece of ass…
I listen to the ocean…
what else is there left
to do?