Waiting
for our pizza
I get an idea
and put my hand
discreetly
between your legs.
Kissing your collarbone
I get another idea—
take you
to / in the bathroom.
They had to know
what we were doing
in there—
had to know
from the banging
and knocking
and the oooing
and the awwing.
Maybe that’s why
when we finally
got our cold pizza
everyone
was clapping
saying
encore!
encore!
© 2025 Chris Leibow — Salt Lake City artist and poet.
poetry, collage art, mixed media,
Explore more art at leibow.art.
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