Vacant Friday Night Returns
A nuance I am unfamiliar with:
Inviting your expatriate friend to my
party. His irresistible aura breezed
his wooly form, crystalline in reputation,
through my kitchen. Of emptiness now,
I know, he took all that was offered him.
Perhaps next when you want my attention
you’ll take a metric ton of C4 to my favorite bar.
The neon
wrapped in flame would be less obtrusive.
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