I believe it just (and perhaps okay) that
you don’t believe me as you disappear
into the void. Fourteen mochas later
I’m the guy plugged into something.
(We pick up In the Mood for Love at
Virgin Records.)
Quick and chatty, he knows how to
knock down a drink. He gossips well
and is an aggressive kisser.
(I cried so much into my new blue
hot dog t-shirt.)
