A man

is on a date

with two women at a

dance club.  In minutes he’ll decide

between          the two.

           One pockets him

off the dance floor, pushes

him into the women’s room, shoves

           her tongue      into

                      his mouth.  A slack

           of pant leans against her

tight rope of thong:  she’s really got

           him pinned      against

                      this wall.  When he

           returns blinking to the

dance floor, the woman left behind

           holds up         two gifts,

                      a shot glass full

           of tequila and a

white cocktail napkin with something

           written            on it.

                      Whether it was

           what she wrote or that she

wrote it, it was not enough or

           it was             too much,

                      and so he sent

           her packing with nothing

but her own words to recall the

           night by.