we watch the slacks mingle with underwear
and short-sleeved shirts:
a 99 cent wash
"... because you can only turn them inside out once..."
i took your café mocha in my hands
like a twisted martini,
shaken, then stirred,
i sipped your soul
as clothing mated in the background,
a sole sock escaping
from a load of whites
when we weren't looking.
