She stands as something
That’s been scrubbed of animosity
In a tie-dyed sanitation mask
And we make great conversation,
She high-fives me with her left hand
(Which is maybe more casual than the right)
And her body is what I like but
.
God damn I like a lot of things on this night
Like the old lady who asks me to dance with her,
Like the dude up on stage playing original songs on guitar
With his girlfriend singing
And ok maybe that gorgeous, busty 23-year-old server over there
.
And I think about my existence
And the posing aspects of casual love making,
The cinematic emptiness and the
Din of unnecessary dirtiness,
And I lean to the side with my tall Yuengling
And feel ok anyway.