Monday, November 20, 2017

That's an Old Email Address

she ran into him in a south side bar
meeting her coworker for a cocktail

he looked like
the dogs of every day
had been taking bites

like
he'd been taking way too many bets
and losing

"what are you doing over here?"
she asked him

he didn't answer with a lie
but just the longest way of
saying "i don't know"

there were lost birds nested on both of his shoulders
but the dirt under his fingernails looked right at home

he was working
he wasn't broke
he wasn't homeless
so she wouldn't have to feel too bad about cutting it short

a tentative coffee date
to be determined in a tentative email

it wasn't until it was too late
that she remembered
she forgot to give him
her new address

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