That Awkward Moment
I laughed,
because I always laugh
at poorly executed jokes,
and drowned as Armani cologne
soaked. His shirt,
didn’t match.
But I’m not one to judge fashion
or drink too much wine
while he recited facts
Googled–probably while
he was in line at a scummy gas station
buying condoms
as though I wouldn’t
put him out like the orange end of my
Marlboro Red, stuck between lips
then thrown down.
I stomped it with the heel
of my stiletto,
this ensured the flame
was quite
extinguished.
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