Wednesday, September 19, 2018

 

So?


Brendan always loved her name.


Male and female at once.


Thanked her parents frequently--though
both gone now.


She liked being male at restless night...
harmless enough little fellow.


Lately, post midnight visits to HOT DOG
EMPORIUM, only place open.


“Emporium!” laughed waitress, Irenee once, skating fast.


So dimpled and cute: “Will that be all, Sir?”


It was till it wasn’t.


Now is Irenee showering.


Then emerging in huge fluffy robe
one, Carl, had given Brendan, snowy.

“When I die,” sighs Irenee, “I hope it’s in this robe!”


Brendan has put eye makeup in the pocket, because of
earlier complaints of eyes like pissholes in the snow!


“You know? I can’t face getting dressed for that fancy-fruity-healthy hotel breakfast. Could WE…?”


“I make smashing French Toast!”


“Butter?”


“Rivers!”


Both women laugh, but, of course, Brendan is waiting for Irenee to note that it’s hardly a man’s apartment.


She can’t really wait. “You...naturally know that I’m a woman?”


“So?”



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