On Things Like Things Happening Not the Way I Had Supposed

it wasn’t lonely
seated alone
at the
wobbling outdoor table
watching cars
not pass
the way they would
during daylight hours
everyone speeds
toward
some professional vaporous end
the future –
never quite arriving.

a glass
sweated casually
in my
left hand sweating
casually on
the glass.

things
having meant to go
one way took a turn
and went another
swiftly
crushing
disappointment by
retreat.

later i would
wake up in a bed
beside a body
not my own.
we each
would guess the time
but guess it
wrong.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s