You're nothing to me but baggage

Reputation Has Blunted Me

Saturday, June 19, 2004

I encountered him
through a haze thick with bodies

moving like rush hour traffic.
The blurry
sedated
lens
of a wine glass caked with lipstick
was my telescope.

I watched him all night

He didn't notice me until we were leaving...

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