A colleague of a colleague came on to me in front of the
city hall, boasting about stealing his lover from another lover, and now he's
come to steal me, part of a clutch of lovers that includes a party girl,
drinking and getting high, entwined in so many odd positions they make twister
seem tame, he sending me stealth pictures he clicked of me while I worked,
trying to expose a side of me he sees but I don't, later texting me while I am
on the train, to sympathize about how the long hours I put in, as if to suggest
he might help me relax. and when I tell him I only need a drink, he sends me a
picture of him, his lover and their Girl Friday, toasting me
I'm old enough to be
their grandfather, and yet they seem determined to wrap me up in their web,
smiling at me in the picture, as if knowing something I don't know
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