COMPATIBLE SPECIES

The things Kim did to me
in the bathroom
at Kay’s party
cannot easily be described
and would make little sense
since
if you look at Kim,
then look at me,
you’d have trouble recognizing us
as compatible species.
You wouldn’t believe a word
of what she was capable of doing
to one such as I
even were one such as I
capable of understanding
and being able to describe.

I barely believe it myself,
can hardly put the pieces together
of how she saw me
smiled on me
spoke and acted
then acted upon me.
It was degrading.
It was awesome.

I’m afraid to reach out to Kim
and ask if she’ll see me again.
Would she go for it
or was I simply to be used
and forgotten?

I can’t imagine how I could even repeat
such a disgraceful and dirty evening
even if Kim’d be involved
unless I could replicate the cocktails
or get the keys to go back to Kay’s.

Either way,
that was some party
and I’m proud
to have been party to it.