he came out onto the patio with their
coffee and stopped short of the café table where Joe sat
he left him alone for the time it
took to put on his mask enter the shop order two medium coffees two shots of
espresso eachhis with an additional shot of hazelnut and cream the barista always creamed himhad his down
to a science Whodahthought
he pulled up short because Joes
head was down he writing on a clipboard would
pause move his head side to side like a boxer scribble some more oblivious
how he got lost inside five minutes
astonished him
setting his pen downlifting his
head Joe returned
Whacha doin man
he stepped to the tablehanded him
his coffee
I suppose I’m marveling how quickly you ignore everything around you and become absorbed in . . whathaveyou.
What have you?
Joe held up his coffee to touch it to his Na Zdrowie
Na Zdrowie.
the
toast is better with booze
Wha have I
Yeah. I wasn’t gone five minutes.
Ya werent missed
You say the sweetest things.
they chuckled
I was playing with the word
bisexual
he sneered
Don sneer
Ya always make a face if sex isnt
heterosexual Being bisexual means never
having to leave a bar alone Fact
There is that. What’s to play
with?
I compared it with dualsexual . .
.
. That’s not a word.
I believe it isnot that Ive
looked Anif it isnt it ought to be
But you make up words all the
time.
If need be
So, again, what’s to play with?
Then I wrote duallysexual above
dualsexual an above that I wrote dulysexual They jive
I can see the . no . . not logic,
you’re never logical; I can see . the likeness if you would.
I would
Then I looked at the other half of
the equation bisexual Beneath it I wrote twosexual T W O an beneath
that I wrote toosexual T O O
Can
one ever be too sexual
See he
turned the clipboard Looks like a seesaw a teetertotter
he looked
I can see that.
he shrugged
Fun
You entertain yourself so easily.
Effortlessly
Leave me alone an in a heartbeat a
party breaks out
You and those invisible yous
circling your head like gnats?
Very apropos
Yare getting betternearing
the promised land
Promised land, oh bullshit, more
like a moth at a flame.
Also apropos very good Yamove like a clumsily moth
458 preferred to
1658, ReggaeFriday, 7 1.
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1241,
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