You called my phone in the kitchen
and played the ring back
on loudspeaker, purse and phone aloft
in hands waving to the beat and I
MCed the lyrics to
a Public Enemy street banger,
passing the coolers and
pulling the tall boys from the open
refrigerator door, and
everyone knew that we
weren't dating anymore and
everyone knew that we
were still two of a kind
and content to be
laughing Buddhas in a sea of
tense and expectation.
