Mr. Mustard's Dance Club: Ladies' Night (audio only)
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When I say first time, that implies
there will be a second, a fourth, a ninety-ninth.
From far away our teeth must look like Tic Tacs,
Chiclets, moons of a faraway planet. Nocturnal
animals can smell better at night because scent
lingers when the air is still, and so I smell the mint
It’s the closest thing to a cave. I have to resist
this wild urge to carve a name or word in it.
My favorite way to sit here is with cold vodka
& grapefruit juice & whatever bitter concoction
you’re sipping. Under the table I’ll nudge you
with my heels—a sign no stalactite or dripstone