I know that I don't know you very well,
but I ask you to stay for a spell.
Not to talk or to listen
or to enjoy a blisses
staring out the windows of your house.
Can I stare with you?
The cats are jumping and running.
Flowers leaning toward the sun beams.
Glasses sweating tear drops,
and the ashtrays growing gray fields.
Your husbands on his way home and
my boyfriend's on his way here.
His girlfriend said she's gotta work late,
and the chip dip is collecting flies.
Can I remember the apple
still sitting on my coffee table
while I glance at your toes poking out
of the lip of your skirt and take in
everything outside of near?
Two more sips from the wine glass.
Two more drags and anxiety passes
in to where Winter grows
miles from here.
