Tonight's Poet Corner: Don't VenMo Me
Don't VenMo Me by Belinda Roddie You owe me two hundred dollars for the bad beers I bought for you for the tequila shots you said were on you but I just swallowed off you instead bare back, bare body, bare-boned vulgarity You owe me two hundred dollars for the extra bottle of Scotch you begged to try once we got back to my place for the cab fare to my sad excuse for a bachelor pad in the middle of nowhere for the pizza delivery because your munchies are equivalent to having to feed little tiny demons so they don't devour my soul instead You owe me two hundred dollars for the dental dams I never used for the finger cots I snagged at CVS and for the heavy use of my own perfume to cleanse yourself of my presence like exorcising the demons who just got stuffed with ham and pineapple You owe me big time, or at least I convince myself of that, as if I'm entitled to financial returns for a night when you just wanted to have fun when you just wante