Tonight I Will Dream Of Anjelica, My First Ex-Girlfriend, Who Taught Me
The Rules Of The Road…
by Alexis Rhone Fancher
Anjelica comes on to me like a man, all slim-hipped swagger, relentless, dangling
that red, ‘57 T-Bird at me like dessert. Lemme take you for a ride, chica, she sez
after acting class. I figure what’s the harm, but Ms Angel Food gets out of hand. I
don’t count on her heart-shaped ass, or those brown nipples crammed in my mouth.
I don’t count on the Dial-O Matic four-way, power leather seats, the telescoping
steering wheel, or the frantic pleasure of her face between my thighs. I admit, I’ve
always been driven to sin. But Anjelica’s far from blameless. She rides me hard,
week after week, double clutches me into ecstasy, hipbone against hipbone, the
dulcet, lingering groan of our gears, grinding. When I confess the affair to my
boyfriend he jacks himself off in the galley kitchen, comes all over his unattainable
fantasies. He says he doesn’t consider sex between women to be cheating, and begs
me to set up a threesome. I tell him the T-Bird’s a two-seater, and watch his face fall.
I could end it, but why? All I can say is, I want her for myself. All I can say is, I’m
a die-hard romantic. Anyone I do, I do for love.
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"Tonight I Will Dream Of Anjelica, My First Ex-Girlfriend, Who Taught Me
The Rules Of The Road…" was first published in The Pittsburgh Poetry Review, Dec. 2015.
Slipstream, Rust+Moth, streetcake, Hobart, Cleaver, Public Pool, H_NGM_N, Fjords Review,
The MacGuffin, and elsewhere. Her photographs are published worldwide. A multiple Pushcart
Prize and Best of The Net nominee, Alexis is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly, where she also
publishes a monthly photo essay, “The Poet’s Eye,” about her on-going love affair with Los
Angeles. Find her at: www.alexisrhonefancher.com.