coffee

by

Candi Timmerman

she will sit and stare as the rain falls on cracked cement.
While the cigarette burns in her left hand,
And her pen becomes an ember in her right.

She writes of one who will come
Someday
To make the flick of her sterling zippo
Unnecessary
To fill all of her empty space.

Tomorrow she will sit again
Same sad coffee shop,
Same sad girl_
And she will sit again
For the one
Who would make her rain be silent
Make her stars shine again.
One who would touch her face so much more tenderly
Than she does.

One who will pull away the cigarette
Clamped in teeth
Between two tight lips,
So that he might taste
The taste of smoke to her.
So that her fingers will be
Occupied,
And her mind finally at peace.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Orthodocks
by: Anne Selden Annab
from: Mechanicsburg, PA, US

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