Two WordsA Poem by Hell in a Hip FlaskWritten while people watching in a coffee shopFast talker No time Brisk walker No lines Iced coffee Down it Sweet toffee More sugar Push on [She exits the coffee shop] Foods out Phone’s out Filters on Good shot Twenty more Coffee’s cold Wide smiles Mind’s hot Screen baked Facebook scrolling No words Eyes rolling [They exit together laughing] Red cheeks Redder hair Awkward gait Awkward stare Half smile? Didn’t see Turn away Not today Drink coffee Look smart Grab pencil Pretend writing Still there? Turn around She’s gone Definitely smiled Maybe glanced? Oh well No balls No chance [She leaves holding another girls hand, they kiss outside
the coffee shop] © 2017 Hell in a Hip FlaskAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorHell in a Hip FlaskMoscow, IDAboutI’m a new writer, I enjoy writing short essays, but would love feedback on anything and everything. Don’t be afraid to tear into my work, it will be appreciated more..Writing
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