dough pinballing off her palate,
and a trio in identical hoodies-and-jeans
(though each ensemble slightly miscolored
for a last grasp at individuality)
walked in to hear:
what she thought
what earrings say about the pussy, non-specific
what earrings say about her pussy (con-tin-yoo . . . )
what slicing a tree really thinly will get you: a napkin!
what lightning does to darken the world
what about a hard rain could depress and cleanse simultaneously
tried to riff on what made coffee glorious, but could never
get beyond the word "legal"
I saw the three shuffle out, cups cupped in palm,
looking anywhere but our table.
Two ay-am came like a wall; all words wasted in a donut shop,
on naughdehyde, beneath pink neon twisted into
the phrase, "all night long"
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