by John Grochalski
he shook my hand
and handed me an envelope
with a card and some cash stuffed inside
while i tried not to think
about how many times a week
i’d jacked-off to his hot wife
all of that sperm
splattered on my bedroom floor
and into paper towels
as i took her any way
my fifteen year-old mind could figure out
merry christmas, he said to me
then he shut the door
yeah, you too
i said to no one
before walking off to the next home
on the old afternoon paper route.