from the 4-line craft tap,
she sees me,
but I knew the brunette
was there.
when I walked in
and began.
a mystery
to a writer
is just crossing
off things I got right
after writing her
in my head.
slide me a lime,
a number I will never use,
because of let downs,
and let's just live
in eye contact flirting.
I'll bus the tables
while Devendra plays
on old playlists.
mozz sandwich.
been here before,
but curious how
it will play out,
for it is late
and cabs hate us.