Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Dinner's Date

Eraser top,
Pencil marks it stops,
stencil filled with pencil,
out of a bowl,
your mouth filled with lentils.

Near a plate, your phone vibrates,
it’s your date reminding you, dinner at eight.
For dinner’s sake, you jump over the gate, so you’re not late.
Date not impressed, you a hot mess, she asks you a question, you say yes.
She left, wanna know the question before the yes?
she asked,  “Are you staring at my chest?”


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