Where have you been?
I want to ask him on the third day of meeting him,
but he’s telling me stories
about a dripping shower,
the stray he meets on his way home,
pineapples soaked in vodka,
a broken down car in the dead of the day.
He’s enthusiastic about these unremarkable
occurrences, detailed even,
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