Latte with Eric

One syllable. Male.
He doesn't cross his legs
while drinking coffee.
He leans back as if
life is good. The cafe
is trimmed in deep, mahogany
wood. He shifts his weight
as if each cell in his body
is coming loose, the steel
in his eyes is liquid. Two
syllables. Woman. A woman
walks by and he becomes
a pit bull.

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