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when i came to see her in the starbucks by the ocean

i first sat and waited, nestled and listening to the

intolerable fervor of the waves against the stone outcroppings
where we had all anchored our bodies

building churches despite the call and
building houses despite the call and
little families and big families and
lonely single women with cunts empty but
assuring you they were filled with the lost treasures of a sea floor if only

you’d meet them for coffee at 2 in the morning
at the all-night starbucks where the kids you’re too old for go

beside the awesome shaking of the rest of the planet
against it’s own painted monoliths all
built without us for someone else.

she came in and ordered coffee you
a hot chocolate you didn’t like she asked you
some stupid question. she waited for you to answer

and you didn’t answer and she waited
and you waited until she left

and you waited

and i waited.