Autographs

Heidi meets The Man

Carpal consciousness

Gripped, 

She dips down beyond ebony lids

Heidi suddenly slumps

Deeper into

The crumb-coated coves of 

Her checked recliner

Her wide nostrils inhale 

A big-gulp of air

Sweet incense

And she has descended from a light slumber 

Now into the beyond

Heidi knows the buzz of this place

The familiar fuzziness

The blurred that radiates

In a phonic wave detectable by 

Fluid ears

Muscles she only stretches here

She is propelled, uncontrolled, 

Yet swims of her own accord

She knows

That she can egress

If she finds something daunting

Ice cold slap her soul 

Into reuniting with

Silver bathrobed body, torn in the corner

Four dollar bills 

Crumpled in her carob fingers

Heidi lifts 

Paper airplane curvature 

Passing buildings, this way and that

Smooth currents of windows, 

Dip to pinstripe pantlegs

Melding with

Heidi's drive to work 

Exit four?

Exit six?

Exit three

Parking lot

But

She's left the V-Bug unlocked

Purple tones

That paint

 An umbrella 

She's forgotten the umbrella

Heidi is relaxed

But beyond her dream state

She feels the tension rise inside

Li Men will be surprised

Heidi doesn't 

forget things

Heidi takes the familiar tilted stairwell,

Skips up past the blurry smells of an ashtray

Two at a time

Her white starched blouse

Cradles small breasts-

She takes a sharp breath

As she swivels through

The doorway

 First her hip then eye

catches 

A body,

 face

A blank canvas

Freshly built

yet he moved like 

he was renovated 

From an older,

 better

model

Peachy hues in his 

smooth-skinned grin

He sidles by her, 

Knees pumping up and down 

gracefully 

The stairs seem to

Meet him halfway

She wants to-

Seems to need to say

"Wait!"

She is gone, 

In the meeting room, 

Pointing at the screen

Her fingers seem to envelope out of her

Encasing her expressions 

Delivering them to blank P.O. box faces

To Trevor Sims, his facial hair condescending

The weight lifted by a quick glance at

Cherry whiffs of 

Jinny Sillow's soft scented cardigan

Mascara lashes flit over...

Mascara?

Since when does Heidi wear more than gloss

On her ripe, plump lips?

As she moves her mouth

To the beat of 

"Let's get this done"

Her pupils find him effortlessly

She is drowning in his subtlety

How he's fitted 

like a sharp edge

Impossibly soft next to

The potted petunia

by the window

She is still talking

But now fumbles with her 

Ever smooth words

Reaches for a cup 

Of water from the long table

Chokes, 

Spits fountain of

Soaking shame

In the direction of

Her V-Bug?

 She is back in the V-Bug

Panic

She turns 

He is 

Sitting beside her

One hand on his knee

Epiphany

The way he tilts his head

Not quite curious

 He seems to know 

Gray eyes smile thoughtfully

Heidie thinks

He seems like an actor 

In those movies

"Based-on-a-true-story.."

So she reaches in her pocket

Pulls out a lavender glasses cloth

Timidly asks

"Will you please sign this for me?"

Vision flushes 

She is back

Good morning 

to

Reality