stomach full of roses

i live above a coffee shop

across from canada place

north of the river

the walls are glass

and the floor is concrete

janice says, 'mind if i sit here?'

i say, 'no'

she pulls out a ziploc bag of maybe a hundred cigarettes

and fills a pack of twenty five

she has four bracelets and one watch

she looks at the time and takes a sip of coffee

she puts the paper next tome and says

'here's the metro just in case'

eric falls asleep again and the barista must wake him

he does it so kindly that my stomach fills with roses

'eric, wake up'

'eric, you have to be awake'

'eric, it's time to wake up'

i wish somebody would do that for me

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