Monday, January 4, 2010

That time when friendship could begin with a cookie.

When you're five years old

and on your first day of pre-school,

there is nothing more exhilarating

than walking up to that kid in

the corner, in the red sweater,

looking him in the eye and saying

"Would you like a chocolate cookie?"

and waiting for his answer

under that oddly discerning stare

and hearing him say

"Let's share it".

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Coffee with a side plate of angst.

& then I woke up
in the middle of the day-
night, Tuesday, Thursday,
January, September-

Loneliness trickling down my
In the form of perspiration.
In disguise.

Can I have a double shot espresso in the mean time?

While I wait for someone to
pick up the pieces?

While I wait alone?

Oh, most definitely alone.