Enmeeko,
she was my therapist.
Caramel, Mexican, 1984 noir.
Stripper relations, philosophy,
concessions and confessions
over shots of Hennessy,
impressions in booth #7
at the Vue in Stock on nu,
of boo
in nuns sheer.
We leer.
So I hodl her
while she exposes herself to me,
she calls me “dreamer”
and I swoon deep for her
