Main Titles/Dinner and Dancing



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)

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