her soul is a mirror in need of cleaning.
she sees you looking. you were trying not
to stare. so much for that.
you drink your drink, pretend you're cooler
than the ice melting into the liquor.
the pump is working double-time, aqueducts
overflow. hot and cold fluids intersect.
cigarette in hand, she approaches. drink
your drink. be cool
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