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A Late Friday Afternoon

Bryan and I got soundly drunk
on a late Friday afternoon
and he wanted a
new shirt
something to help him look good to
the girls
at Marion Court
maybe they could brush away the thoughts
that hostess stirred up
“It’s eerie, isn’t it? She looks so much like...”

Kool Keith lays sex in our years
on the ride to Park City
brown skin fine, I drink your body like wine

He buys a shirt
one for me too
as we read the sales guy’s comic strip
tucked away in an unknown ‘zine

And there she is, Roxy,
standing at the entrance of Victoria’s S.
saying hi to customers and taken off guard
at the site of me
what did she think of my drunken conversation?
my uncontrollable smile?
my stalker talk: I stopped by a couple times...didn’t see
you...sorry I didn’t call over winter break

“That’s ok. I don’t care,” she says
I know, that was always the problem