Kindle Or Something Like It

The girl who went
down on me while I tried to shave
standing over a sink at the Lonsdale
Hotel on Salmon Street, in Portland:
Single Suites -- By the Night Week
or Monthly! I remember
her round brown eyes,
and slow roll of shoulder
blade; her brow, wet
from the bath, all
that steam in there
and the heavenly dollops
of Barbasol lather falling
on her ponytail braid
like dogwood blossoms
on a mare’s mane,
but I can’t seem to pull
her name, I’ve been trying
but it won’t come
to me, I’m working the whole length
and breadth