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Ladies’ Man

By Kelly Spitzer

Seeing you again wasn’t like the first time, when you introduced yourself and said you’d just moved here from New Hampshire and you smiled and offered me my first joint and your long hair and perfect teeth reminded me I was a girl again, and it wasn’t like the time you brought your new girlfriend to meet me and you whispered in my ear that you’d just fucked her in the bathroom of the Chevron next to the river.

This time you came alone and you didn’t recognize me–me with a flowered dress hovering just above my ankles and hoops in my ears and polish on my nails–and I backed away because you looked like shit, the way your pupils dilated and your tongue gummed up your mouth like it was too thick for you to talk though you managed to tell me you’d gotten that girl pregnant, that you weren’t seeing her anymore but still planned on being a father to her child, a father unlike your own who preferred crank over babies, and I nodded and said good for you and wished for a mirror so I could hold it in front of you and say: Two can play this tune. God forgive me for all my sins.

Kelly Spitzer
lives in the Pacific Northwest. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Cream City Review, flashquake, Vestal Review, NOÖ Journal, and other publications. She is a recipient of a 2008 Pushcart Prize nomination. Visit her at kellyspitzer.com.


First published in 3:AM Magazine: Friday, June 15th, 2007.