We both arrive together at the door.
I don’t much like her—nor, I think, she me.
We ring the bell, uncomfortable, unsure,
Neither much trusting serendipity.
Worse is to follow. Of the gathered throng
We two alone are ‘singles’ and must sit
At table—side by side. Then Alan Strong
‘Mistakes’ us for a couple. Stupid shit.
Goodbyes. I hail a cab—then hear her say:
‘Never mind Alan—such a crocodile.
We served the time—might we not replay
The crime itself at my place?’ with a smile.