.The engine mutters, a black dust hovers
into his lungs. (She's thirsty)
Corner diner, lunch with ghosts,
A drunken note skips the record.
A casual glance by stuttered sips,
a trace of lipstick on her glass.
If she was braver, they would rise,
to touches, pauses, awkward step.
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