But Not French Cuffs
Why is your plaid so misaligned? You’ve
pinned your Shuffle on your collar–which
seems odd. How old are you? I watch your wide
Russian face shift slowly as you read. How do
you do? How do your eyelids hold up such
prodigious lashes? Are you listening to
Peng! 33? Doubt I am so lucky. Your golden
hair falls so fine, I bet it’s softer than mine. What’s
your stop, oh are we almost neighbors suddenly?
You know, your veiny hands betray that
you’re older than you look. Mysteries abound.
I watch you mark your place–a library receipt.
If I asked any question it would have been–what is that book?