There’s a man I’ve been sleeping with
these past couple of weeks.
          Black headed
            Burly.
Fucking
not in the mind,
only in the bed.

But last Sunday
after I passed out
from the pot,
the exertion,
I can’t remember which.
Among the ripples
of satin sheets
he dropped

twenty

            forty

                        sixty dollars

I eyed it as I fixed myself in the bathroom
            to go push sweaters at GAP.
and damn,
I wanted to take it,
to tuck it into my tight underwear

but the trick was,
couldn’t.

 

Originally from Hokes Bluff, Alabama, Ashley Boles is a first year Master’s student at the University of Cincinnati with a focus in poetry. Some of his poems and short stories have appeared in the University of Montevallo’s fine art’s journal, The Tower, as well as in The Rectangle, the literary magazine of Simga Tau Delta International English Honor Society. He enjoys the perks of Dolly Parton on a daily basis.