discrete arm circles
toe tappin' tipsy
speaking through tongues
at the doo-*** with my honey

we meet the market!
his apple butter swooped her up
pearly whites, loose curls, "coming, dear!"
in my group, in orbit

a moldy example of a native
mark the girls, wink wink wink!
but me,
oh, me
piling up Z's before the sun says hello