The following can also be found in the book Chicago Stories 1997. Click here to learn more, and to download a free electronic copy.
I used to sit in the coffeehouse
and when a beautiful woman
across the room
kept giving me the eye
I thought
"Maybe this woman is interested
in sleeping with me"
and now I sit in the coffeehouse
and when a beautiful woman
across the room
keeps giving me the eye
I think
"Maybe I've already slept with this woman
and I don't remember it
and that's why she keeps looking at me"
I know it's not true
but then again, maybe it is









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