visitor

it was a hot afternoon in July.
her daughter was at the swimming
pool.
her son was at the roller rink.
we talked a while and then
gradually got to it.
I had my head down there and
was tongueing the clit
when I thought I heard a
sound.
I pulled up and looked
around.
standing by the bed was this
black kid
about five years old.
he was barefooted.
“What do you want?” I
asked him.
“You got any empty bottles?”
he asked.
“No, I don’t have any
empty bottles.”
he left, disappointed.

“I thought the door was locked,”
she said, “that was Clovis’s
little boy.”
“Clovis’s little boy?”
“Yes.”

I supposed it was.