owen orders a horse tail,
--with a lime please--
he's got dressage behind him.
and also the fox hunt, so
he should know something
of what we are getting into.
"there's a new floor show
every twelve minutes,"
but tonight
i am obtuse
to the language of queens.
i kiss the fat swivel chairs
on the cheek and we retreat;
leave the horseshoe bar to sit
in front of the empty stage, emanating
in its furrowed foil curtain.
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