Vlad Pogorelov (San Francisco, USA): "No. 32"

"You're an enigma," she said
You're an enigma
I know all about you
At least more than the other girls
Her kiss was sweet and warm
Alcohol and perfume
I couldn't look in her eyes
              "Yea....Yea," I said
              "I don't want to be exposed
                             It's not good for you"
               "For me?" she asked
               "It's O.K. for me," she repeated
               "You talk gibberish," I said
We kissed some more
Then she went to the bathroom
To snort
Ha! She liked cocaine
"God damn enigma," I thought
While drinking some lager
And when I lighted a cigarette
A black man came up to me
And asked me if I was queer.