every morning
i wander down 48th
to buy a cup of
pissy overpriced
organic mexican coffee.
around the corner
and down the stairs
the reason has thick blond hair,
wears black glasses
and has misplaced
a whole front tooth.
he fixes his hair
and says howwasyourweekend
in one short breath
then finds something
enthralling
to stare at on the floor.
when he dares to
look me in the face
(usually on tuesdays)
i catch his eyeball
and hold it with mine
and those are the days
that i win our
little game.
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