A Sweet Disorder
from Breezeway (2015)
Pardon my sarong. I’ll have a Shirley Temple. Certainly, sir. Do you want a cherry with that? I guess so. It’s part of it, isn’t it? Strictly speaking, yes. Some of them likes it, others not so much. Well, I’ll have a cherry. I can be forgiven for not knowing it’s de rigueur. In my commuter mug, please. Certainly. He doesn’t even remember me. It was a nice, beautiful day. One of your favorite foxtrots was on, neckties they used to wear. You could rely on that. My gosh, it’s already 7:30. Are these our containers? Pardon my past, because, you know, it was like all one piece. It can’t have escaped your escaped your attention that I would argue. How was it supposed to look? Do I wake or sleep?