part 6: i excuse myself

I excuse myself

I run out of the café,

And run straight into maria

“gosh!” she yells,

“watch where you’re going!”

But I ignore her

And keep running.

 

I can feel every bone in my body.

I’m so impoverished

That it takes me too far

 

No.

No, no, no

 

Nom, nom, nom

And there you are,

Crunching on a cookie,

Following behind me

 

“a letter?” you ask

 

“a call.” I reply,

And he knows me so well

That we say it at the same time.

 

“dang.”