Main Titles/Dinner and Dancing
Your eyes pointing towards
the back seat of a dark taxi cab
my face pressed somewhat reassuringly
against the stubborn consistency
of cold concrete
I had the ‘Jesus Christ can’t we talk this over?’
for dinner
You ordered the ‘You know what? I just don’t
think so.’
and after that we finished our meal in silence
the check split like the legs
of a frigged turtle
skipping past the awkward dance numbers
that’s how this whole thing gets started
It starts as you leave
(from my book I see you, Lewis, Baobob Tree Press)
Multiverse Johnson 