One Afternoon (redux)

(over tea)

… and over text
sitting two feet away from each other…

she says:
Why don’t you drink the rest of this?

i sez:
if u didn’t want it why did u make it?
if u don’t drink ur tea u can’t have any pudding

she says:
You mean, if you don’t eat your meat, you can’t have any pudding?

i sez:
no i meant what i piston thumbed u—exactly that

she says:
Why are we texting sitting across from each other? This is stupid.

i sez:
bcause im a stupid fool trying to meld into this oppressive ambient noise

she says:
Ambient like Eno?! This isn’t an airport it’s a busy Starbucks.

i sez:
no ambient like lou reed metal machine music—forced contrived overwhelming i want to disappear into it

she says:
This is dull let’s go. Do you want this tea?

i sez:
do u want me to bus ur cup?
or do u want me to cup ur bust?

she says:
Goodbye!

(i wonder where she b now)

What I’m Reading:

Later, at the Hare Krishna free vegetarian feast,

I ate insincerely

bowls of BBQ tofu chunks. Avoided eyes

by staring at the chunky menstrual sauce.

— Rennie Ament / “Hungry Poem”