My inner high-schooler wrote some haiku on the train. Enjoy.
i don't remember
your name. i do remember
some things about you
you had MTV
you liked sports, you played sports: not
much to talk about
what aroused me was
the billy idol poster
hung above your bed
curious, i thought
what could it mean? erotic
aggression? (shiver)
until you told me
you named your penis igor
then i was all done
