chase a vodka shot with hot sauce,
snap some lemon juice into that coffee,
replace the Rolling Rock with a cigarette,
(no one cares about brand but these are Marlboro)
make mine a rap/hip hop playlist, you know
I’m friends with African Americans, so now everyone
can know. she’ll glare at you if you order well, if
your card gets rejected, if you’ve got an Ivy league
sweater on, etc.
it’s hard to garner anything in this city, too. chase
the girl out of the room with a creepy line, maybe
touch her knee without solicitation. you can get it done.
dude, don’t drink and smoke and eat mushrooms.
the room does more spinning
I want, I want, I want
god, we’re greedy, and
I’m the greediest. I am.
a girl who goes back for seconds on
coffee. this way it makes sense I make
there’s laughter, and he says ‘thought
you said “ginger studies,”‘ and of course
she is laughing and corrects him.
‘what’s that?’ he asks with a giggle
still on his breath, and of course, she,
still with a smile starts to explain
why anyone would need to study