Meeting You Again
You stir your latte slowly
an old habit of yours
a delicate studied frown.
I wonder when your mannerisms
became perfectly packaged
fashion statements?
When did you turn a camera
inwards into your scripted life?
Just when did you begin
to act-out this caricature?
As you turn your spoon,
as you gather together
your carefully prepared replies,
my interest in you
flat-lines.
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