Flirting with the Caterers
A synthesizer instead of
a horn section
sequins instead of stars
I draped my work clothes
across the seat of the exercise bike
Hammered out the itinerary
then accidentally erased it
Expressed my disdain
for food cars and pop-up shops
Then took it back
A ball python instead of a guinea pig
Kalamata instead of Castelvetrano
There’s a riot going on, she said,
as I carefully affixed the lime green
strip of paper around her slender wrist
and pressed the ends tight so it
would last the evening
Though it didn’t
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