the first seated takes the chance he'll be stood up. she's getting on with the hope that she
may
get off. one and one make one
in this riddle. or, more closely, comedy
routine:
first, impressions; second, observations.
impolite to have thirds. bachelors and
bachelorettes
beware: more than tonight they can mess
up your order.
who would go for the lobster expects the
claws.
no pets allowed, keep your shirt on, places
this strict—
like loony bins—require a jacket, sir. mark
sudden pauses,
gaps in the flap, commas where a sutra
might be...
and what shall we make of it, love, perhaps?
what elevator is this anyway, that even the
prospect
of going down has made you high?
what're you on?
— a date, by kevin mcfadden
YOU ARE READING
MOONLIGHT.
Short Storysucker for poems, here they are. ♡ (also features beautiful song-lyrics)
