there goes my poetry writing time
my friend Susan has arrived at the restaurant early
way too early, Susan
way way way early
There goes my poem-writing-time
I put my notebook away
and fix my face into a crooked smile
hoping my “hello, glad to see you”
sounds sincere.
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