junkmail for blankets

after chesterton

The Kingdom At Hand

This is no time
to start a relationship.

“Someone jam the condom
machine?” He hadn’t even seen
this man
seeing him
knock three quarters into the slot
intently—
the Texaco ain’t no place
for small talk. Not the bathroom, anyway.
Graffiti’s fine.
Choose which urinal you’ll use, fine. Look up. Piss—
how long had he been seen?
“You were thinking about fucking, but you were looking
for me.”