posse pose
we talked outside the coffee shop
it flowed, and when it didn't flow it showed
and that was alright, silence wasn't that awkward
but tense, sexuality seeping from
unintended double entendres
in a way that might be perverse
in stickboy, meters from the kerr apartments
clay's ancient base o' subversion
(master o’ la menage a trois
possibilité)
that scorching hot nelson day
when it seemed global warming was catching up with us
we talked about traveling, the
bourgeois passtime
slovakin tourist traps, prague
when i saw her in real life, beyond the blog
white cotton straps baring
summer shoulders, a plain of skin
jittery already, and i ordered iced coffee
robyn's recommendation
a friend at the shop i hadn't expected, at least one
we talked about meeting
under the pretext of art
dates, art therapy
she invited me up to her house
where she reclined on a chair
i didn't know what to call it
it was like a hammock chair
i noticed a book by the bed
recommendations
she's read them all
and what have i read?
what car do i drive?
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