Ross Vassilev- A Poem

probation

her office
was nice enough

I sat down
on the wooden chair
in front of her desk

she had short red hair
and big tits
in a white sweater

talked with
a Southern drawl

told me that I needed to
find a job

I looked out
the window at all
the sunlight
falling down

on the rooftops

she got up
to get some file
from her cabinet

she had a big round ass
in blue jeans

she had everything
I wanted
but I sure as hell
didn't want no goddam
job

I wondered
what she looked like
naked.