Infinitesimally by zit
nucleic chitchat
got spoke in our Trinity
of larges:
cherry-lime sodas, chilli
cheese fries
we ordered to split
in the huge
teenage Friday jalopy –
engineering
we couldn’t un-chain, reverse
out of, undo
that night, Desperately Seeking
Susan’s innuendo
me, she formed invisible umlaut
dropped on
her Grandfather’s verbs
to die, to want
conjugation I’d later
fail
to pronounce
plans for a sequel