Sunday, September 4, 2016

I was your server because I rushed over
to stop you from going to the bar.
"I can help you,"
I said like a casual Sunday afternoon
because it was & I was late
but I stopped you from a mistake
to make my own.
& you turned around & looked down
& pulled me in & out of myself as quick as
it took you to smile when you saw me.
I laughed out of uncertainty because
that's all I knew how to do at the moment.
You sold me with your expressive eyes
looking sad & bright at the same time;
like you could have fun but you have a lot of work to do
like you could undress & fuck my fantasies

& break my heart.

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