he wore a pink slip; he was the kind of man that liked to tease. 

leaning back, he would call out the words he knew would incite 

this m/distress. it is commonly known that men like this will fake 

it, but he was good, and would always seem convincing enough to 

avoid the real question.

"did you come?"

yes, he came. he came wearing a flannel shirt, he came to rally us 

folk. we are the best, the biggest. ooh, yes, how his words 

trickle down. this brief seduction makes him look good on top.

reclining in his first class airplane seat upon departure, he 

leaves behind him that dying landscape. 1996, 1992, 1988...

counting backwards, the slip still fits.

trickle... recline...