Paul turns his back to us.
His bristly hair is shaved in back.
His exposed skin flips us the bird.
Things are not poison between us.
Just a bit off. More naked than usual.
It takes time to adjust.
I wave off the waitress
when she starts to remove his pint
from the table.
He will come back
and we will resume where we
left off.
Maybe not tonight,
but tomorrow or the next day
at the latest.
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