You, Dead Man, when you were alive, here’s what: we met one night, the second night we’d ever met, at a bar named State of the Union, now closed. when state of union u street closed
Lots of red velvet sofas, very dark, State of the Union was. 1993. February. I wore a short blue wool skirt with thick brown tights. I remember nothing else I wore. Because: One day, many months later, you told me you’d fantasized running your tongue from my ankle, all the way up beneath that itchy, electric blue skirt. That is all one needs to remember.
You walked me home. You said, at the corner of 14th and R Streets, near the Union Mission. relocation of union mission 14th and R, what year? You said, “I am trying hard not to kiss you.” And I said, “Don’t try so hard.”
LATER, STILL BEFORE
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