i enjoy the finer things in life a math teacher in a sundress leaning over a coffee cup to place three fingers on my forearm
later on, lights off her lace on the floor she sent an invitation into outer space that arrived at my door.
although black isn't my favorite color, it runs a close second to red we discussed this and other menial facts sharing my last cigarette sweating underneath the bed.
prompted by the front page poem about grad school.