Tuesday, August 14, 2007

The Fall of Whimsy

on a tuesday
at a bookstore
my eyes feasted on the
self help, cooking for 1
marriage for dummies
a hand brushed against mine
soft voice apologized
but i didn't mind
my smile betrayed the
loneliness i kept prisoner
the eyes that greeted me went
blank; i felt foolish
my head hung low
as i made my exit
footsteps approached, then
turning around was something
i refused to do

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