of Robyn’s? He saunters over,
plops down next to me,
leg touching mine.
My heart picks up its pace.
Can he hear it? If he doesn’t,
he’s deaf! Around the pounding,
I manage, “I’m an old friend
of Robyn’s, just here for a visit.”
His grin says everything.
I see. Well, Robyn’s friends
generally only “visit” for one
of two reasons. Stash. Or money.
Wonder which one you’re after.
I’m not copping to anything.
“Do you include yourself
on that list? Or are you after
something else completely?”
I’m trolling, and he knows it.
Guess you’ll have to hang
around to find out. Oh, look.
Here she comes now. Time
for the party to start.
You up for it, little girl?
No one has called me that
in a very long time. I like
how it makes me feel.
“Oh, yeah. I’m up for it.”
And a whole lot more.
Suddenly I’m very glad
I wore butt-slimming jeans,