i’m draped in wide fluorescent lighting,
I come to myself
on top of the thing playing
before he stretches out his back like a
bored house cat
and licks the cream from an inner thigh.
my unpolished toes curl
someone coughs and adjusts the lights,
I blot my mouth and cheeks with an
embroidered handkerchief that’s initials
find my heels.
pull my blouse over my tender chest,
try not to look in any mirrors
on the way out
and notice the exit sign
“how we meet”