Part O
)date(
in the Black jeansBlue shirtdenim jacket,
just a whole lotta jean
he guesses he’s ‘just a jean-uine guy.’
she rolls her eyes.
he smiles.
he’d like the special.
she’ll have the same.
he does
n’t
particularly
like the way his face looks today.
she does.
she does
n’t
particularly
like the way her voice sounds but
he does.
:hour:
burgers in their shallow Red cages
half eaten
Part I
I walk around the corner
Walls: tan.
Trim: brown.
She: there.
Neck: tense.
Hands: sweat.
Eyes:
(Walls: tan.
Trim: brown.)
:weeks:
cold walk in my blue shirt denim jacket
green pants no socks the black fence and
the tan sidewalk and the coffee shop door
says pull and it is cold without gloves and
one small mocha yes please dark please
just one moment okay thank you. smile
and sit across from a green sweater and
blue pen and blue eyes under blonde
bangs and smooth voice which ordered the
same one small mocha yes please dark
please just one moment okay thank you.
:months:
phone buzz Hi
Your voice:
I miss your presence
that is all bye
Part II
one I
small miss
mocha your
yes presence
please I can’t stand the
Dark
Part III
You, a tree
I, a leaf
November.
Part IV
the applesugar boy
sits under
the applesugar tree
remembering
yellowwhite glow on
her tired cedar table
She hands him an apple
he doesn’t like the way the
skin sticks
between his teeth
the way his
tongue
tingles
the applesugar boy
sits under
the applesugar tree
where the river,
She left him behind:
oxbow.
but what a gift to rest here
with the
tongue
tingles
in the shade
of the
applesugar tree
