April 29, 2011

Like a blind guy stumbling through a glass
littered alley; like the protagonist of a rom
com who has lost his script; similar to a
contestant on Jeopardy with a broken buzzer

I will come upon you, awkwardly, while you’re
eating a peach with huge bites.

In a sundress, you’ll eye me warily, wiping
juice from your cheek and chin.

“how’d you get in here?”

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