Dining on
Twice removed relationships
Metacognitive beheadings
I saunter out en hiver
Sit down for a Pastis
And feast on cris de coeur
In slivers
I drink from a narrow neck carafe
And a glass of water
With baking soda
Finished
All chambers cleared
I venture on to my prospective barmaid
Who puffs as she reigns ’em in
And snuffs it with a turned heel
Her hair goes curly
In the rain
As she taps her watch
To say I’m too early
I stand on this curb
Across from where she calls
Who’s waiting
To thirsty beggars
Across from where she stopped
To meet me on the stairs down
And worked a whole weekend
With my semen
Dried on a skirt
Bought to ensnare
The easiest prey.
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