you've seen something like this,
in a mad dream. only, now she wears
a green jacket and socks that touch
the ankles, (little white cotton slippers)
and she's yammering about the "vibes"
and how they are "immaculate,"
and you're sweating as much as that drink
in your hand. people should have on more
clothing. you look down. pants, thank god.
when she turns around, ass. oh no, oh god.
don't look, you plead with yourself, and kiss
the lip of your cup instead. plastic. delicious.