I Saw Your Gorilla Tape
I Saw Your Gorilla Tape
Missed Connections in San Diego
I saw you.
You were wearing gorilla tape.
It held everything back nicely.
You gazed into my eyes through the door window.
You had a gun in your hand.
If you thought we shared a moment, meet me for some frozen yogurt at the old abandoned yogurt shop.
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
It sounds like our San Diego poet had a near brush with one angry primate! I’m curious about the actual use of gorilla tape though. What exactly was it holding back “nicely”? The person’s hair or skin or something else entirely? I would think that wearing a ski mask would be a bit easier to remove once you get away from the crime scene, but what do I know?