somewhere far
A poem.
This poem was first published by VANITY. Thanks for reading.
today at the coffee shop I call part-time home the sun bleaches the windows & voices mingle with the shuffle of dollars in & out of the register customers come & go their fingers bruise the doors I think of you how you came each day to kiss a ceramic rim & talk to me about the history of revolutions next I knew I was with you on drives down boombox highways in the whiplash of bedsheets & tobacco tendrils through your open window on a bygone beach as thunderstorms gnawed the coast with their lightning-strike jaws at the coffee shop table when you finally stood & walked away from my bullshit at the end of the day business here is slow butter slow & the women & men of every creed grip their laptops & beg for jobs drape themselves across chairs like forgotten clothes & smile at me with opiated eyes I think of you somewhere far enjoying yourself & I remember I never actually said goodbye so I say it here to all & no one hand out cups of simmering hope & win you back inside my head.