king for a day

king for a day

there is a couple
slurring their way
toward the restroom.

she has large golden
breasts, swinging free
of her crumpled
dress.

he has the
slack-jawed grin,
of a man who knows
what's coming next.

they are gone for eleven minutes.

i don’t know,
how much of that
was foreplay.

hands clapsed
they lean together,
shaping a capital A,

out into the warm night,
their happy giggling
fades to silence.

in the morning
none of us
will have changed.