He set up the lines.
I could hear the tap
of his credit card
against the top of the swamp cooler
of the church.
He went first,
I sniffed next.
We immediately
broke into a conversation
that lasted
the whole night.
We even
did a lil
in the bathroom stall.
I don't remember
much
after
that.
I never saw him again.
He went on
being shady
somewhere.
I went on
being creepy
everywhere else,
with the thought that
I'd never see him again.
Perfect.
The perfect exit.
The perfect memory.
The perfect church.
Amen.
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