Late lunch

My chiropractor adjusted my spine
so hard, I thought I lost one of my contacts.
I was making eyes at everyone
on the way back to work, and Midtown Manhattan
gets pretty crowded in the afternoon. I can imagine
the Craigslist Missed Connection -

I thought I saw you wink at me.
You have incredible posture.

At Sephora I gave my email to the cashier
who kept calling me by my Chinese name
by writing it on a hot pink Post-It in orange Sharpie.
I had to alpha-beta-charlie spell it anyway.
Clinique tells me my lips are luscious and taste like honey.
True, not true.

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