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
some professional vaporous end
the future –
never quite arriving.

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

having meant to go
one way took a turn
and went another
disappointment by

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


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