Just like you.
The street
 the cab door
the touching.
Still waiting,
crawling through ticking winter.
The restaurant
the long dresses,
candles on tables.
Leaning towards the top of her lower lip.
Accepted a menu.
Secretaries tried to explain.
Strangers celebrating,
everyone struggling to bring
morality intact.
Our activity upon our activity.
Searched the hushed booths,
Talking fast, healthy look
Wasn’t it just like you,
anyone else might have been
the wrong opening.
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