Are you really wearing a Che Guevara t-shirt?
Tonight’s the night for introspective table talk
and crushing out on rockstars. Slink into the
sushi reception, avoiding the exhibit. Last night
a simple life of butterfly and bird, of playing
UNO and sleeping on the floor. Initially, it
looks like a guy and a girl dancing. And then
you look closer and the girl has a smoking gun
in her hands; the guy a knife. You manage
quite an accumulation of friends. The beautiful
boy at Starbucks paused over it for a while
and said “I don’t quite understand the nature
of their relationship.”
