The other half, or third's kitchen, the good part of town,
the right kind of handshake, when did the muscle form
the memory of it, arm straight, a slight downward angle,
an optical, physical illusion, how am I being shook
down to, at my height, am I warned off am I just here now,
having coopted the space you left for me that I feel
reliably informed not many others wanted to inhabit,
the door keeps cracking, a head slides in, sitcom entry,
sitcom exit, so I'm the studio audience you came to observe?
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