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

here,

sipping

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!

Laughing,

I dial 911 —

you run.

 

 

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