Big City Coffee
Violent Sun
Garage Glass Door
Panes
Inside-Out
From Inside
A Sidewalk
Outside-In
From Outside
Waiting for her to pass
Mirrors and shelves and orange walls
On the sidewalk
Inside where I walk
Where she walks
Sipping Earl Grey
My eyes are in the tea
Looking back at me
What do they see, do they see?
That’s all they saw
A column shoots up from the midst (mist), some monolith of stagnant hope slowly
shrinking
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The mirrors in Big City Coffee decapitate me.
I wish they would raise them ceiling height.
Some walk by and elevate themselves upon their toes.
When they have past my table and are onto the next large mirror,
Under my breath, or more, to the side of my inner cheek,
I sing I’m too sexy for this coffee shop mirror rampage.
I’ve been considering my own mirrors
I’ve been considering painting them
with lovely images
of visual constructs
of string theory
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