We three mirroring graces
laced in gold-plated verse
of LLC versus DIY
and DOH versus LAX.

Matching strides and pacing lore
I taxied from the south, she from the west
and the blonde buzzed us up to floor two.
Two reds on the cutting board
Two whites on the swinging door
Suburban expats in need of
millennial contemporaries
and dinner party therapy.

What we hide in hopes of happenings
we place in these cupboards
and make three keys.
Concealed start-up capital,
newly minted art and family trees.

Uncertainty now uncorked
And, again, there's a queue to toast
A string of words like incite and intent and satisfy,
and husband and beau and suitor by trade.

Our salsa-smeared tilapia is still steaming
when the doorbell hoots
Come writer, come stylist, come waitress and waiter
and frenchmen, of course.

Unravel and dance and open the windows
Warm this winded new york night with our
whetted, storied breath.