To the gaggle of girls
who came to the party
and left
without ever introducing themselves to me:
My name was Jon.
I was a really nice guy
sitting in the corner
looking for friendship
and maybe something more
that night
but you didn’t notice.
You couldn’t be bothered.
You had better things to do
better people to talk to
than me.

You were so busy
engaging with one another
you missed out on the sure thing
in the corner
that you could have had
with me.
I was easy.
I was amenable.
I was available
for whatever perversions you wished to explore
– any of you. All of you.
Whatever.

You missed it.
You missed me
possibly the best chance you could have ever had
and you probably don’t even know it.
I just wish
you realized
what it is that you lost out on.
Then, perhaps,
I would be better satisfied.

I wonder if any of you had names.