Seriously? This is it?
This is not what they had decided and her
companion seems detached.
Long legs, brick wall. (let's play) The light is soft
but the chair is hard. He can smell a thousand
different smells. The sugar jar –
the sweat-stained couches, the heat of the lightbulbs
and the hand on the chair. She's laughing in a cloying
way and he becomes impatient, bleary.
Why did she bring him anyway?
He smells and his stare is unnerving.
Mr. Dog stares into his glass.
The courvoisier was an excellent choice,
but he can't enjoy it. Not now. Not like this.
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