Wazzername

Ruffled, slightly, though baring teeth

gamely

unescorted she returns again from the Diner

        I see that she has w/ her all of my things
     coaxing me up & then dusting me off
I notice the way that she shifts & she grins

nursing a black eye w/ a half-drunk Corona

accosted by maroon jacketed ones…
she continues to grin as she hands me my Mastercard
I can tell that she still hasn’t paid
and I think that I must have it made—