cats.
all three of them.
it's the third date,
the dinner date at her house
and i can see
this is going nowhere.
the food was awful, the wine
stale.
jello for desert?
she has spinach in her teeth.
i fall asleep as she continues
on about
the cats.
she taps me on the foot,
are you awake?
yes, yes go on, you were
saying something about fluffy,
her fleas, or something?
please, go on,
tell me more.
i can hardly wait.
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