Poem – Page 33 – A (wise) man of two faces

Indoor voices

Thank you for sharing
your medical history
coffee shop stranger.

I’ve just discovered
hot cocoa with real whipped cream.
I regret this life.

What do you see
when you’re looking at me?
What possible grace
can you find in my face
when I only see acne?

My morning coffee:
blacker than the Devil’s hooves,
and stimulating.

I wish that this dinner
was a culinary winner,
but it turned out so black
I claimed it was attacked
by some kind of sinner.

The sun and the moon
Celestial entities
Heaven-sent bodies

Coffee house patrons,
you bring your troubles in, and
you leave satisfied.

A dream,
or memory?
This is so familiar,
and I could swear that I’ve been here
before.

A summer garden,
glowing and green just like an
ever-growing heart.

Lady,
Bella Donna,
I do not know your name,
but the sight of you sent my heart
racing.