Before nine o’clock

“I’ll have the salad,”
I said.
“That wouldn’t help,”
he said,
“colorful vegetables
wouldn’t leave a stain
in such a colorless self.”
“I guess I’ll have some tea, then.”
“That wouldn’t help either,
a cold heart can’t be warmed up
by a cup of tea
or liquor or beer.”
“Well, sell me a whole jar.”
“We don’t sell those in here,
just one cup at a time.”
“May I use the bathroom,
asshole, please?
Or your toilet wouldn’t take
my soulless pees?”
“The bath is for clients only
but feel free to use the trees.”
“Nine o’clock.”

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