The crisp, pre-autumnal
scent of perfume, vomit
and underage drinking
wafts through the air
on Huntington Avenue.
Wherefore art thou pants,
sweet maiden? Why dost
thou mate lie incontinent
along the gutters of the bridge
on Massachusetts Avenue?
Cellphone screams, the
clumsy click and clack of
stilettos slice the stillness
of the early morning light
on Commonwealth Avenue.
While I nestle softly in
my bed off Centre Street.
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Small, pale napkin with beer
stained edges soaking up the spill
from a three dollar can of Pabst
Blue Ribbon on a brown-black wood
grain bar top in lower Allston:
SOLVE THIS EQUATION AND I’LL SLEEP WITH YOU
But the hand behind that pen is out of sight,
left and gone home all alone for the night.
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Tagged 90s pop, alcohol, allston, beer, calculus, commonwealth avenue, cosine, dividend, geome, geometry, great scott, math, monday, okay so it wasn't actually in lower allston it was right on Comm Ave but Lower Allston still better so ya know what I don't care, pabst blue ribbon, pbr, pi, sex, sine, square root, the pill, trigonometry, women