Does she notice veins on leaf undersides?

Yester-sun, the dayglow away
afar...
my memoir dines over sips from mason jars
scones and highfalutin lattes  
foam art frothy
biscotti crumbs off a hottie's lips
 
The gluten's stale as we were...
 
Pluck the pillings off your chinos  
you know...
the faux formalities always failed  
to woo me; do you recall?
as those tacky khakis squeeze the life from your balls
But I would meet you in the stairwell
no bra and all
 
Look into her liner
relive my undressed lids  
and the rest
I acquiesced  
 
When you meet her
walled in brand names
reminisce my snippings
of itchy tags from outlet jeans
dropping denim where I please
 
-remember me