not to night

Not tonight my lovely
 
I must stop writing about
The women I met in
 my tumultuous youth
that lasted into middle age
touching the years
of elderliness
I do remember a woman
In Taiwan 
She had beautiful hair
That turned out to be a wig 
She was scaringly bald
Perhaps she had had cancer
She was flat chested too
Wore boxer shorts and
Had an ******** 
No, not tonight, misses Wong 
She routinely dressed
Adjusted her wig
Down in the bar, I drank whisky 
To think I had kissed her
With passion
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