Date with a New York girl
She talked with her hands. Long black
hair bounced in a ponytail, as she picked
her words carefully through a mouthful of
How can she expect me to hold that gaze?
That big hazel gaze: her eyes get to
wander during her turn at conversation,
but mine are supposed to stay focused, not shifty,
drifting off to watch lips sucking cola through a
You and me both
The fire drill has doomed us all. More
often than not, it’s just a test. Odds
are we don’t burn to death and
no one wants to look the fool.
I don’t smell smoke; stay sitting