Black Widow Morning
I awake I see her she is sound asleep. and if it were not for the inconvenient fact, that this is my flat. I am pretty sure the only things in the refrigerator cigarettes a, bottle of Moet, various mixers, and diet coke. The upside of dating models is they don’t eat much. The downside is they’re narcissistic to the point of being autistic.
I should slide out pop in the shower and brush my teeth.  I start to and she puts arm across my chest lying on her back. I examine her. Long blonde hair, tall we match   about the same length.   I notice on her left breast 3 freckles that form a triangle; if I had a sharpie I would connect them.
. On her side is a deep angry scar, which speaks of grievous injury; of which I know nothing about. There’s a mole on her collarbone, which looks like the ones they of warn in cancer pamphlets. She sleeps like a child.
A few months ago Sarah Sexton-Boyd lay here before going to Camden. We went dancing the night before, and after drinking and sex she lay there further than, any transatlantic flight would take her. She left a week or, so before she physically left.  The last night, I asked her back hard questions, which I already   knew the answer to.  
Last night I remember talking about Prague, and she said, “Better, than Paris, cheaper cleaner, everyone speaks English.” I did not argue rule one don’t argue non-essentials, with attractive available women, as nothing good can come of this.
I notice her legs she must be a runner.    On her Mons Venus a tattoo of a black widows spider just to the side of the landing strip. I vaguely remember kissing it.  It’s going to be a long Sunday. I’ll forget to rinse the shampoo out my hair. I will play Amy Winehouse, NIN, and Billie Holiday all day. Have a shouting match with old man’s across the commons Boston terrier. I will both wish was in love, and be happy I am not.
She stirs I feign sleep. I listen to her take a shower, and get dressed when I hear the clicking of heels I watch her walk out closing door behind her. I dash intro the loo. I see a note “Inga, with a #, lip prints where she blotted. I toss in the dustbin, and jump in the shower. The black widow was cool.