i can't even sleep without that smile invading my dreams like a freudian cheshire surety
there...for real and for true and touched with the biggest brown eyes and slickest of words and barest of shoulders to rival the earth's curvature and beyond...
the breath of the horizon right here and now sharing my ashtray and my thoughts and my drunken illegitimate platitudes
she says "you're drunk...but right" and i forget what we were talking about...her cat? her job? her boyfriend? i forget so solidly it becomes a physical pain to remember. whatever....i was right.
"i'll be back, okay?" she hushes in a low smooth voice that convinces me she will be. I don't stare at her ass as she leaves to check on her other customers...instead i discover that my boots have suddenly become very, very interesting... |
Submission Name: ???waitress at the bar???
