Ah, the poseur, with his
absolutely intentional
unintentionality. The
tender blister between
thumb and forefinger.
Better Luck Tomorrow
by way of Phone
Booth causing the
bang of love. Causing
strife or maybe no big deal.
Causing the upside down
kiss at various angles
on the couch.
Biting lip, say
I’ve had a wonderful evening
but this wasn’t it.
—Groucho Marx
