Tuesday, March 10, 2009

No Chai

He put his hand

On the small of my back

Drawing me forward

closer to him.

“What would you like?”

I couldn’t say,

So I ordered a latte instead

.

He fidgets;

“It’s almost eleven…”

Diversons

Unavailable

Begging preservation.

Or maybe I just make him

Nervous.

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