temporal magic

she knows what to say
just not when to say it. ruins
the dinner in less time than
salad with pine nuts. we'll
take a cab back, we'll be naughty.

are you sure want a second?
that's the fuck me drink you know.
she doesn't. know.

the chrysanthemum is an orchid
or not. you want her
eating from your hand.
the boat may be yours
in another life. the magic may
or may not work tonight. but

it's been a long time since before.
refinement is not her strong suit.
however, the pictures...well. good eye.


i'm not in my slut phase. so she pulls
out the wallet. a five. a ten. a one.
for a cab. instead, let's walk. the drink
didn't work i guess she insists later, on the phone.


in the morning, she sees that her wallet is gone.
she cleans her room , the wallet
is still gone. she calls the cops, hopeless
but a fire and rescue guy found it. lucky.
but oh so wrong about the drink. ponders the
magic in those streets.