he had a full length black
bear coat
that fell to the floor.
and wore a ring on each finger.
one more gaudy than
the next.
he knew his colors, his
style.
louis the 14th, Versace to Oscar
Wilde.
let's go out,
me and you,
he said with a seductive wink.
let's get happy at happy hour.
i'm sorry I told him, but I
don't roll
that way.
plus the fact that I have a kid
and I'm happily married
she's got a pot roast
in the oven
waiting for me.
you don't know until you try it
he insisted.
his lisp more pronounced
with each sip of drink.
no. I told. I know. I've known
since the age of five.
back when natalie wood was alive.
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