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?”