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.
burgers in their shallow Red cages half eaten
I walk around the corner Walls: tan. Trim: brown. She: there. Neck: tense. Hands: sweat. Eyes: (Walls: tan. Trim: brown.)
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.
phone buzz Hi Your voice: I miss your presence that is all bye
one I small miss mocha your yes presence please I can’t stand the Dark
You, a tree I, a leaf November.
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:
but what a gift to rest here with the tongue tingles in the shade of the applesugar tree