Fridays after Five
for Donald Justice
The sins that make us lovely: the innuendo
of tequila, lick of lime and salt, the office
flirtations of vodka and vermouth.
A drink in one hand, a hand in the other,
pairs of coworkers sway until they're almost still,
shy handprints of sweat on each woman's back.
Soon a waiter will light each table's candle
so discreetly the green light will tremble in apology.
I miss Miami when I’m away. And I miss it when I’m home.
— David Caplan