At the coffee house the other night.
taken time
meet my memory, he said
smiling as he made the introduction
you’ll be together a while
he seemed lovely on paper
like catching some B-movie
when the soul is sliding around
a six dollar cup of coffee
it's idealism on the cheap
by an empty window
staring at those perfect teeth
I was missing the rest of myself
all wrapped up inside his head ...
outside, streets filled with life
early to wake,
early to miss
the air takes shape
someone smiled,
something was misplaced
we write our histories like folk stories
watching as the letters come
looking for a ...
... a slap in a coffee shop
no one can tell the difference
3 years later
when you cried
in love’s glass-bottomed boat
the world is a dark room
out on the ocean