time is a friend
you wish no longer to see
and you do, on some side street
as she is passing by you,
hesitating,
like an old man at a light.
she turns half way
with a weak smile
and doesn’t say
“would you like a cupcake?”
no, it’s more a twitchy gesture
a bagger with aspergers would make—
a crooked, ambiguous, nearly silent
and lowercase ”hi”
against the anonymous
traffic horns
and
overhead planes.
yes, time is a friend
you wish no longer to see.
you have been avoiding her
and she has just has
avoided you.
how do you feel?
should you feel anything
at all?
-LC, Dec. 10’
