There was a cat in the bar last night.
It kept rubbing against my legs,
and hers.
More her legs than mine.
I hate cats.
Because I am allergic,
or because I make myself believe I am allergic,
because I hate cats.
No one spoke to us this time,
and this night felt better,
until we saw them,
and panicked,
and peeked around the corner
before running to my car,
and giggled nervously at our nerves.
Please come visit me
in that romantic city
in the south.
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