I tap the side of my mug.
"Free refills."
I hear one of Sally's
waitresses titter and swoon
over you as she
tops off my drink.
You must be something
to look at.
I return your
question in kind.
"Why me?"
YOU ARE READING
Things Unseen
PoetryThe world is a beautiful place but it has grown strangely repetitive and dull in its constant beauty. Novel in verse. Unfinished #3 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
