the mildewed bottoms of folding tables
sagged with humidity and his figure shown
through the t shirt he wore.
i stepped on his toes by accident
on purpose and my sorry was served
with an unmistakable i'm not sorry.
slowly, but without hesitation he moved passed
nodded and smiled and excused himself.
without saying a word; rejected me.
watching the entire episode
from your lent-back flee market chair
and nurturing a smile...
did you just fall in love with me?
a flirt with venom (as if joking)
i think so. want a sno cone?