you’re too old for your t-shirt
“i don’t want to toot my own horn here,but….”
sigh (ALL)
our faces blank
eyes glaze
little pretty zombies
yet he continues
about his writing, for the new yorker, his wife at home
the polygamous african tribe and
who he’s here with
but
we want the company of another man
he goes by peace and
he’s monogamous
