ii.
She sat opposite
me today,
the same one who
shared
my breakfast table
yesterday,
as I worked
through
those rubbery
steam table
pancakes.
She fixed her sunglasses
on her hair
and checked her
lipstick
after finishing
her tea.
We saw each other.
Her, rolling her lips
together.
Me, scratching
my chin, thinking
I could use
a shave.
