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By B.K. Date: 2016 Mar 09 Comment on this Work [[2016.03.09.04.27.24334]] |
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Checking in One of my favorite breakfast sites He smiles at me when I walk up Tall with a voice that Reaches deep into my socks Pulling my toes one by one Making me giggle While he tickles me senseless The hostess comes back Table for two she asks He smiles down then says We have only just met I blush deep crimson As we both say simultaneously Table for one Like an episode of Seinfeld I watch as she leads him Past the roaring fireplace Thinking... My Oh My But then I get it Bullseye Right between the eyes It is his hat With just one word Written at the back of his Big dolt head How could I ever have missed it TRUMP Good Lord Almighty When she comes back I instructed her to take me To the opposite side of that restaurant I sit down grimacing At how indeed I need to watch that blind spot Put a cork into that genie bottle Of my bad taste in men bk Thursday the third of March twenty sixteen |