Fool
Sara K. Fleagle

He said
I didn’t fit
his type of girl
what type is that
I asked
he nodded toward
the woman walking in
I shook my head
and I said oh
so coy
and smiled so sweet
so dumb blonde whores
are your type of girl
I asked
and slapped him
before his dumbass
could say a word
rolled my eyes
and muttered
fool