Shell Game
Sh. and B.
in the Green Kangaroo
or whatever that
hippyish restaurant
on CommAv across
from the Department
was called -
divulged
with many a
sad downcast look
and a paused sip
of espresso
that you'd made
a pass at P.
What they didn't say:
you and Sh.
On a couch.
Every week.
In your office.
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