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