The Dazzler

The girls left for Columbia,
Tired looks on their faces.
I turned out the lights,
Put my head on the pillow.

I heard breathing.
The dazzler from the Maple Leaf
Was hot on me
In her thin-knit top.

Her mouth was moving,
“Stay in my music baby,
“Stay in the music.”
I could hardly breathe.

I shifted with a rush of adrenalin—
She slid off.
All was still.
No spirits to commune.

No spirits.