WHAT WOULD IT FEEL LIKE TO BE YOU?:
The sound of your voice, plated up slow, a golden blue bird diving.
Dummies in windows wearing Black & White & Grey, signify the end of
season. A Loner in the corner reads the paper, waits for a mate,
a Cappuccino Philosopher.
“Hello, do you need a receipt?”
Something Big & Pink looks in at the window, moves slow, hides fists.
Leave it, don’t go there!