eighties ladies.
latte
i’ve been getting coffee here for years.
he was always around, vigorously doing a crossword puzzle.
today, of all days, there’s an “in memory of” with his face on it
posted to the notice board.
we all loved him.
below his picture, it says,
“if you’d like to contact his family, please call ______.”
i probably will.
nothing like a conversation over coffee.
fitzgerald
and that’s how
i’ve come to the conclusion
that kennedy’s assassins
had to have been
disgruntled ex-girlfriends
of mine.
news
the news again.
dog saves master in river.
little boy drowns in pool.
where was his dog?
parking ticket
today i got a parking ticket, but i deserve better.
seriously, have you ever looked into it?
have you ever looked into my eyes and cried?
o meter maid, people are starving.
why won’t they eat?
i don’t know. maybe i do deserve this.
my heart is a car, left unattended in a loading zone,
and whatever’s in there i’m keeping.
up, up, up, up
the alarm rings.
i’m up. i’m up.
i’m up on top.
i’m up in your face.
i’m up on the ceiling, swinging from the rafters.
i’m up in the clouds. with the clouds. with the clouds.
i’m upstanding and i am young and i am a man!
i’m an uplifting high school sports film.
i’m a high school sports fan.
i’m an upbeat tune for all the young lovers out there
who just need an excuse to dance.
i’m up out of my seat and dancing!
i’m an uptown girl living in a– no.
i’m an uphill battle; now it’s up to me.
i’m as uppity as i’ll ever be.
i’m upton sinclair, hearing the sound of the pound on every page.
i’m up, and i can’t be put down.
i turn the alarm off.
it’s upsetting.
a pause, as i let my bed have me for breakfast.