About that Night
What was it about you? Was it the look in your eyes? The way you kept
your curly hair like you just rolled out of bed?
Or was it simply circumstances? Me, with a girlfriend living outside
Philadelphia whom I hadn’t seen since July. You, unattached, sitting on
the barstool next to me at the Road House in Binghamton. Both of us
sipping a mediocre beer, lost in what we weren’t saying.
An awkward goodnight becomes passionate kissing, embracing,
groping. Becomes me whispering, “Do you have any?”
twisted cotton sheets
wisps of cloud above
the garbage-strewn alley
first published in Contemporary Haibun Online, Vol. 10, no. 4, January 2015
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Frank J. Tassone 
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