Stumpy/See you GS

Told me I would see his place

Possibly his screenplay,

His vintage cars

A barrel on broken toothpicks: I said yes!

After several months of appalled indecision I asked him out again

And he short-walked into the bar
Lectured me as I remembered his spelling of “anilize.”

Bored, I asked why there was nothing between us and he said there never was

I thought of my bruised face and his offers of flowers and his place

Described to each nail head

And said Then why are we here?

And then I wasn’t

Cat said he stalked out on his stumps
in an outrage

Ride on, troll

Then crash.

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