The Redhead Considers it a Close Call

The Redhead knows all about risk.
Last night, she was with him
flirting, trifling, letting
his hand brush her breast—
just for the rush. This morning, she's
finished with him. And if you
have the guts to ask—which I always do—
she’ll tell you, he was just
one more hormonal storm
in a lifetime of lousy weather,
another too-smart stranger
helping her into his car, helping her
out of her clothes, another calamity
with her name tattooed on his butt.