A Kindness

I was being nice.
I was being polite.
I took you home
because you seemed so lonely,
so desperate,
so sad.
I let you have all this
because I couldn’t bear
to hurt your feelings.
I fucked you
out of kindness.

You looked just all right
but you really seemed
really upset, like
you needed a break
and I was pretty high,
so I offered you
those special parts
I always meant to save for marriage.
No big deal, though.
I did you a favor.
Maybe someday
there will come a time
where you will do one for me.

I gave you that night
because I thought
it would help you out, but
it seems you’re still pretty upset.
Sorry.
Is there anything I could do
to make you feel better?

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