A Cocktail Weiner

It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week our writing prompt is the word close.


Closing time

and you’re still



the same martini

stabbing at its

soggy olive

with a limp toothpick.

Juke box is off.

Lights are on.

It’s just you

And me.

Then you whip

It out.

très petit!


I dial 911 —

you run.



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