Issue 154, Spring 2000
I used to pretend I stumbled into the place
casually, after a long day shopping or
I'd pretend I was a drunk
trying not to act drunk.
I'd catch my breath
and press against the door, waiting
for myself to stop teetering
then I'd browse through the porno magazines,
in quick impulsive start and stop motions
as if someone were ready to fight me
for the only item of its kind
still on sale.