Venti Drip Black

It’s a shame we don’t sell mirrors.
I notice you always swagger up to me like you are Gaston
and I am one of the three girls that sits on a bench you hold up with your bicep
swooning over your stature.
and you order your coffee black like you’re ordering whiskey straight up
out of a swinging door saloon
and like I’m a girl impressed by men who order whiskey straight up
out of a swinging door saloon
and when I hand you the coffee I half expect the wink and the gun,
though you have done the former at least once,
and it may be up to me to tell you
that winkers, whistlers, and perverts are grouped together these days.
And also I know your accent is fake.