shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Dave Worrell

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Other girls chose the nights,
brought us together in pine-
paneled basements spiced
with cheap perfume.
The ripe, flagrant ones
usually snared me, but
she was always nearby,
too, in an outer room where
lights were bright, deep
in talk with the other uncoupled,
her luminous mind dimmed
down, wanting not to overdazzle.
Was she indifferent to the sounds
that seeped from the dark?