Pocket Lint

I always buy mints when I’m in line at Trader Joe’s

to hint to the cashier I like to make laugh

who reminds me of the girl I danced with last night

who took me aside to tell me she loved Vonnegut

and promised I had to read Galapagos

so I asked for a picture in exchange

with the camera I carry so I can leave my phone behind

and it might be vain

but it’s fun to play

besides, I’m easily convinced by pretty girls

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