a light musical tap of knuckles.
it's the new neighbor.
Giselle.
the flight attendant
from Germany.
she's in uniform
with a cute little hat on.
she's very tall in those
stiletto heels, which seem
hardly stable for flying.
she wants to borrow some
extra virgin olive oil
for a meal she's whipping
up for the flight crew.
come on over, she says,
we're all alone.
it's just me and the girls,
and we could use some
help getting the champagne
bottles open.
you know how hard
those pesky corks can be?
i wake up in a cold sweat.
i can't eat hot peppers anymore
before bedtime.
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