New York—a ward, a last call, a national team, the biggest mission, a well drink,
a closed ride, cornmorant meat, legitimacy, roof, deal, cream, raison d’etre.
“I’ll suck you off if that will give you any satisfaction.
You can slip it into me from behind then,” insinuatingly.
“Yes! I go the dirty route.” “Hello! I see you are home.
I’m coming over now.” Surprise! impatience kills you daily
while you chase your high boyfriend from the sun.