What should I text you?
When will we Hangout?
I’m sitting here thinking.
Focused on your smile,
the one on the other side.
It burrows into my eyes,
smearing Adobo against my lenses.

The game of love is about
hedging your bets then
tilting your hand away.
Carrying your winnings home
before they are fated away.
You know I will love you
after the lights go dim.
Way after the drunks stagger out.