syncronized coughing
she goes ahem sarah and
I, maybe before or a little off key
after, ahcahhr, ehemm follows hmmr
there's that awkwardness where we both
know we have to cough but it's like a song
and she's on drums or clarinet
it's warm, spring-like sun shines
on my tinted glasses- I move Jill's shit
out to the street down n up ramps on sidewalks
pass hotdog stand and subway hoagie
weird city M street smells
back to computer office lights
clicking mouse,
"'yeah that was all ad libbed' and
someone's gonna say 'yeah, i can tell'"
at 1:30 USIP
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