the story so far

this shirt I wear: a funny thing. A lewd
rendition of an eggplant squarely sits
among the mock elation of a candidate

(a comedian  whose cheeky show 
proved just as raunchy as the shirt suggests).
the memory, now two years old, is this:

a friend, who's distant company I miss,
seated side by side, and bound by laughter,
drowning in the night's platonic bliss.