Pretty Things

We were acquainted.
Briefly.
He liked to smile, I think.

He proffered a guitar
like it was a new toy:
“Have a go?”

I didn’t.
(Should have practiced
those fucking scales.)

So we went out
for Vietnamese
and smiles.

Fascination moves
pretty things
if we can sparkle.

He liked to smile,
I think,
like it was a new toy.
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In Answer to Your Question, My Special One, on Valentine’s Day

OR: IF DOROTHY PARKER HAD WRITTEN FOR HALLMARK

Logic of the bio kind,
A pheromonal torrent,
First summoned our surrender
To nature’s wanton warrant.
Deeper, deeper, deeper, down
We fell into our thrall.
But love? I love you now as then…
Hardly, if at all.

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