last night i had a dream where i had a choice to make
two alluring women were in love with me
one was someone i knew back in los angeles,
her name was geneviève.
the other one was carlito’s way era penelope ann miller.
it was a very hard choice
but in the end it came down to practicalities:
i decided that in the throes of passion
it would be much easier to scream “oh geneviève!”
than “oh carlito’s way era penelope ann miller!”
so i chose geneviève
and told a tearful carlito’s way era penelope ann miller that it was not to be
later, i lovingly went down on geneviève;
gently exploring her
discovering her olive skin
her sweet salty taste
her teeth ???
she tried to assure me that i needn’t worry
that they were wisdom teeth, not incisors
she wants to have them removed but her insurance doesn’t cover vagina dentata
even in dreams i make bad choices