when I see you,

soon now,
a smile of coffee
behind the lip
of your cup,
you will wonder
at my odd thoughts,
because you somehow see
what I’m thinking.


‚Äčthe words flounder

upon the shores
of intelligibility,
mouthsounds rendered inelegant
by the shift of elements,

or maybe they’re just
ill evolved to be offered
to the mind
as a meal–

not even a snack.