Invertebrates
It’s not easy,
to watch eyes ache.
Megan, the waitress
with three diminishing
semi-circles
tattooed, on the
underside of her
left wrist, feeds me
round after round of
coffee- spiked,
generously from
the flask in my
left jacket pocket.
Somehow, all
of this loneliness
lines up. The
ache doesn’t feel
half bad and Megan,
gives me half-smiles.
