“Are you in Chicago?”
She touched down from Italy, reeking of cigarettes and cider
This being my last day I almost didn’t answer
“Welcome to the Gold Coast baby boy,”
My face raw from the night before, Windy City meant every letter in the nickname
The bean is closed, the museums I ran through
Only thing left is you
although unplanned
You say don’t close your new beemer door like that she’s sensitive
She reminded me to compliment her 8 months ago
This time I remembered right away and that body suit was the prompt
She’s a big time news producer, knows how to attack an angle, whether predetermined or otherwise
“You’ve gotten bigger,” she say, I say my ego is too big already let’s not add
I lost my wallet on the fight here I say to her and she had no problem swiping, I’m just her Sunday thrill by Monday she’ll find another
and I’ll be home with my original
Exhibits, galleries, movie, arcade, her apartment overlooking a beautiful town that I under estimated
Her and this view look so good together
She’s got it set up
We exchanged books then looks before she hooked off my jeans
My genes, my god I’m just like daddy
I write with my tongue better than my hand ever could, in cursive I spelled out my name
Ice and water leaker from my talker & her appreciation she carved into my nape
I hope the scratches don’t linger like this experience will
Especially since she dropped me off and we never spoke again
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