One Night Stand

by Matthew Shoard

I invite you to check my pulse.
It’s the best way to explain.
Fell it. Do you feel any passion?
Do you feel any marriage or kids?
Is there even the slightest hint
of a short-term relationship?
No. There isn’t. There’s
just blood.
Good, old-fashioned you blood me blood
have a cup of tea blood
blood. And already it’s colder
than before I knew you.