Quarter to Three, East Village

¡Hola! Everybody,
I’m headed out to have brunch and then spend a day with my sister. Hope everyone is well and that you all are enjoying your weekends…

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Now [No. 26]

Quarter to three
East Village.

We are sitting like a sandwich
at a tiny table.

A sunny afternoon spent
making eyes,
groping one another,
and the light touch of
our thighs sends back

oh yeahs, wows,

and look-at-thats.

It’s a flirtatious appraisal
meant only to be
the very gentlest of rapes.

So we sit…

separate but in touch,

letting the silences
that pass between us
serve as unasked-for approvals
of our mutual infringements,
our fleeting joyful adventures.

-- Edward-Yemíl Rosario ©