סקיצות מחיים דיספונקציונליים

Only with you a work meeting ends up feeling like a date
You have an office. Why in a coffee shop?
But I wanted to see what you were up to when you suggested that
And indeed you delivered-like I knew you would.
You came and sat next to me on the long bench.
Yes, it was to look at the material on the small table in front of me,
but it was very very close
With no other man it would have been a comfortable distance.
But you took a stance and you sat. Like it was your right
And fuck-I guess I gave you that right.
And it pissess me off that you know it.
Two people sitting so close, looking only at each other for an hour
Our knees bumped once or twice,
The glass windows were huge,
Anybody who would have walked by
If they were to look, would have said-they are a couple.
But I didn’t much care.
The though that we might seem like a couple was exiting.
I guess you didn’t give a damn yourself.
Only later came the tormenting combination of passion and guilt.
Why did I let you do that to me.
Or did we do it to each other?
Of course you know what you did
But of course we didn’t talk about that either.
We never talk about it.
We just act out slightly
And then pretend business is as usual.
Or maybe it’s in my head and I am delusional?