Sterling Warner
Grinding Fibonacci

Like
line
dancers
bumping and
grinding, bodies brush
each other intentionally
touch denim—cause for banter apologies, pick-up
lines and cocktail absolution—
chess move prelude where
knight takes queen,
walks out
the
door
booze
numb,
no plans
to sober up
'til more drinks
consummate magical late night
madness with midnight's flickering street lamp dignity,
early morning disbeliefs stripped
of surprises, air
sedating
senses
come
dawn.