“You’re plying me with drink,†I say,
looking into my second pint of Guinness,
sitting at Tim Murphy’s bar
in Lahinch.
“It isn’t necessary,†laughs Edna.
She crumples an empty bag of KP peanuts.
“You were always
an easy lay.â€
Earlier, we were talking to Tim
about the weather in New York.
Later, Edna is promising me a surprise
with her next orgasm.
On the way home,
when I lean over and kiss her,
she almost drives her bicycle
into the wall.
Recorded at Barr Trá, Lahinch, County Clare, Ireland
Copyright Knute Skinner 2009
