why don't we go to Starbucks?
They write your name right on your cup,
and I won't have to explain
that though I'm pretty good with faces
and we've shared our private places -
groomed and roomed in each other's spaces -
I can't recall your name.
So . . .
let's just go to Starbucks.
They'll write names on both our cups
and spare us both some shame.
Inspired by the Dustin cartoon in today's paper and submitted to Marian's prompt at Real Toads.