But the Mexican Food was Good

Thats the second time the Australian got on the same bus as me.

Every date lately has left it’s own mark, the way a dog pisses on a tree.

This one sucked on my finger at the Rio theatre while girls accused of witchery lit up the screen.

I could feel it. Each bumpy ridge at the top of his mouth.

I’ll chalk it up to a cultural misunderstanding.

Acknowledgement is always left at the door as he walks past me down the bus aisle.

The doors close and the bus moves on,

And I bet his tongue glides over the top ridges of his mouth as he contemplates where it all went wrong.

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