would like two red wines,
nothing too pricey,
I’d run their Visa first,
something looks off,
they don’t seem married,
too scared, definitely
not a Tinder date
at their age, maybe
they hooked up
on a cruise, or met cute
as the kids say,
or tried to re-flicker
some old romance.
Or, something like that.
Trish Saunders writes poems and short fiction from Seattle, formerly Honolulu. Her poems have appeared in Chiron Review, Book of Matches, Right Hand Pointing, The Rye Whiskey Review, among other places.
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