lunch, water and wall

My ultra-light cigarettes
two brief criticisms of Obama
Well-dressed, your loafers my sandals
You sit up straight and your eyes help you talk.

I try to match you as I explain that the condoms
we grabbed were Ray's, and were supposed to be for us.

We giggle at our inside joke,
and about how you don't use them.

I think to myself for about the fifth time how I'd fuck you in public.
You smile.