Is that a boy or a girl
\nshe\u2019s flirting across
\nthe table with, sharing<\/p>\n
a plate and pix on a phone?
\nWhy do I care? He has
\nlong hair but seems slight<\/p>\n
from behind. She clearly
\ncares for him without
\ncaring if he\u2019s a man.<\/p>\n
Maybe he\u2019s not. At this
\nangle I can’t see if there
\nis more hair on his face<\/p>\n
than a woman would
\nallow herself. When they
\nleave, they share the bill.<\/p>\n
*** Is that a boy or a girl she\u2019s flirting across the table with, sharing a plate and pix on a phone? Why do I care? He has long hair but seems slight from behind. She clearly cares for him without caring if he\u2019s a man. Maybe he\u2019s not. At this angle I can’t see if … <\/p>\n
\nThe third\u00a0day in Berlin, deep in the throes of jet lag with all the good and bad that entails, I stumbled onto a wonderful little <\/em>Kneipe on the Oranienburger Str, Meilenstein<\/a>. I sat down on the short leg of the bar with a view on everything and read. Jotted down this poem, plus one in German (in the holding zone for the moment). Drank too much Riesling. The next day was a total waste. \u00a0In\u00a0<\/em>Truth Serum<\/a>.<\/p>\n