Fallout
It worries me that she shagged him on his desk.
I think of her bad back. I think it may not be that bad.
I think that this only happens in Cosmo
and that thought makes me feel naive.
I think there is something wrong with me –
I have not shagged anyone on a desk (so far).
I worry over the details. If it was daytime.
If his secretary was at her desk. If the door was locked.
Was my file on the desk at the time? Her file?
Was this the first and only time on the desk?
If she could be more precise, was it up against the desk?
This is the desk I sat down at in my hour of need.
Somehow I feel betrayed. She implies I am jealous.
We are so different. By now she has ordered a steak.
Lee Nash‘s poems have appeared in print and online journals including Acorn, Ambit, Angle, Magma, Mezzo Cammin, Orbis, Poetry Salzburg Review, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, The Heron’s Nest and The Lake. Her poetry collection Ash Keys is published by Flutter Press. leenashpoetry.com