.
I sat with a poem
over burrito and coffee
in a shopping mall. Shot
‘getting to know you’
questions. We eyed
each other, politely. Like trying to listen
to a foreign accent. I motioned
to my ears the noise. We had nothing
in common. We stayed a little
longer then suddenly it held up the teaspoon
and bent it before my eyes.
.
.
Shirt wriggled, hung
broad tailed, tie loose knotted,
sock ankled.
.
At lights hitting
the walk button that’d blow
up the mathematics block. Unkempt
doesn’t reflect on him
but fashions his scorn
for Miss forcing
x – 3 = fix
.
your uniform.
“Where is your hat?”
y + up yours
he wishes he could say
louder. Her eyes heard
it anyway.
.
Taking time in the mirror
to fix skate cap 12deg from centre, shorts
2/7ths below boxers. A new
.
slouch on a deck
of forward momentum.
.
