Before nine o’clock

“I’ll have the salad,”
I said.
“That wouldn’t help,”
he said,
“colorful vegetables
wouldn’t leave a stain
in such a colorless self.”
“I guess I’ll have some tea, then.”
“That wouldn’t help either,
a cold heart can’t be warmed up
by a cup of tea
or liquor or beer.”
“Well, sell me a whole jar.”
“We don’t sell those in here,
just one cup at a time.”
“May I use the bathroom,
asshole, please?
Or your toilet wouldn’t take
my soulless pees?”
“The bath is for clients only
but feel free to use the trees.”
“FUCK
YOU!”
“Tonight?”
“Nine o’clock.”


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