untouched


you take the sprig of mint out of your glass;
i use the decorative parasol in mine
to crush the ice.
there’s scruple between us,
stretched out across the bar.

my stool wobbles, straining on its one leg;
you take no notice.
the door opens and shuts again.
we walk right out of each other’s lives
untouched.

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