Ohio suicide: a riddle.(Poem)

 
Ohio suicide: a riddle. 
 
   When are we gonna get it on? 
   she kept asking late nights at the bar 
   awkwardly rubbing against him. 
   They were both foreigners 
   in town for the Program. 
 
   Some day, he'd say, smiling, 
   thinking she didn't look bad, 
   though late nights drunk, 
   he stumbled home alone. 
 
   His girlfriend in New York 
   wouldn't visit him there 
   in the middle of nowhere. 
 
   He closed his eyes to stop the spin 
   and felt her hand on his 
   soft, moist. Tonight? 
 
   Pool balls clacked, feet scraped floor. 
   The door's occasional whine, the clink 
   and thump of glass. She kissed him 
   and he tasted beer. He shrugged. 
   They got a …