Lexington

Waited while you skipped next door
for sorbet.
He didn’t wave them dry.
Wasn’t sure if they were clean.

Shrill silence between dad-spotting
Forced worse exchanges.

Maybe.

You returned and literature and theatre and New York and
Warhol.

things.

Shibari, Wills and Tigers.
Germans and Puppets.

There were four of us.
Three of us walked home.
Two of us to yours.
He didn’t wave goodbye.
I changed lanes without signalling.