ONE IN A THOUSAND

I’d like to offer a one in a thousand opportunity
a point oh one percent chance
at happiness.
It’s a number that’s hard to identify
and a thing that you just may resist.

I would like to have unfulfilling sex with you.
Ugly, sweaty,
self-conscious, selfish sex
as only I can provide.

I would like to have sex on you
as I try my hardest
while you smile your fakest
and tell me it’s all right
and it happens to everyone.

I want to provide salty
deviant and uncomfortable physicality,
eminently forgettable
but historic in its awkwardness.

I want to offer you
especially inadequate sex
so we can strive
soon after
for something better.