Strange Phone Conversation Overheard At Union Station (Adapted)

I am sorry I hurt you

Or let you down, but you see, I do

Not love you.

I pleasured

You as I bathed in a shower of country club meals,

Money,

And sticky, pungent marijuana; but when was it ever really

Sincere? Perhaps for a brief moment.

I thought about

What it might be like

To marry you, travel with you,

Be a modestly beautiful trophy housewife... but after

Maybe a month it would never be

Enough. I would feel hollow and empty. I might even

Try to kill myself and I know you would not want that on your conscious

In your old age with golden rocking chair

Beside

Silver fire smoking copper

Pipe or volcano

Or whatever it

Is you may choose as your vice five or ten year from now.

The lines near your eyes shoot out like needles from a branch.

It sickens me to think that we forced ourselves upon each other.

We made the best of sins a worse sin.

How would your daughter feel if

She knew that I had fucked her father? And not once for a moment of pleasure.

Though you said you were

Falling in love with me as I held you in my mouth.