Tumbling in the Small Hours

Tumbling in the Small Hours

by

Matt McGuire

She's up late on
third
at the Holiday Inn,
slumping
at a weighted desk
desk
bursting with paperwork
and failed
aspirations.
Her Dell is open
casting a soft glow
on her bloodless
features,
white Oxford
unbuttoned at the
neck,
cheek resting on her
chin,
mouse brown
hair cloaked in
shadows round the pale
till He
comes on.

Brrring MSN
rings
and he's all flowery,
Scotch,
and tanned
manhood,
recounting his day thus far
in fairytale.

He's so dreamy.

She shrinks down
her Tumblr
to pay full heed
to his
pleadings.

Romeo247: Come to Australia!
Romeo247: We'll have a right blast!

Her pulse quickens,
suddenly
taking note
of slim commitment and she
replies with a coquettish
emoticon,

G33ksterainbows: Can't we just take it
G33ksterainbows: a little slower
G33ksterainbows: baby?
G33ksterainbows: ;-D

Twirling a curl round her
index,
she pops Bubble Yum
and hazards
an attempt
at his heart.

G33ksterainbows: Would that mean I was your gf?
G33ksterainbows: ????

A hopeful minute
passes,
her electronic destiny
tossed
on the fiber waves
of cyberspace,
breathless,
twenty-one
and devoted to
shipwrecks.

Romeo247: Can't we just
Romeo247 Take it a little slower
Romeo247: Darling?

A sigh,
her chipped black
Loreal
taps out goodbye,
and the night
becomes weary,
Five Hour Energy,
loveless Tumbling
in the
small hours.