she was entertaining an ice cream cone
on the steps of the Sno Ball Café
Vanilla Royale and Chocolate Attack
I think it was

he ambled up, a goth Prince Charming
a knight of night
too cool to show 
the slightest interest
or desire

he offered his standard, noncommittal phrases
real words left his mouth reluctantly
if at all
as if forced out 
against their will

she sat, sated 
turning for the moment
at the sound of a distant car alarm
then went on her way, unencumbered

she would not be imprisoned
in the wheel ruts of modern English
singing sighs about the blindness of guys

instead she chose
not to hear
like being deaf 
but with none of the disadvantages

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