by Z.H. Gill
I don’t believe that. Rooftop lap pool
and lengthy handshake. I think you
have an amazing body. I move in after
three months. Here’s the thing—when
it comes down to it, you’re hot, I’m
hot: let’s go to the gym together.
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Z.H. Gill once had a work dinner at SUR Restaurant & Lounge. Read his debut book of poems TV & Treadmill, available now from Hesse Press—this poem is in there, among several dozen more.