i.
i eat eggs florentine in a diner on
queen street east - back corner
booth and a fruit juice smoothie
then a thought / reminder / how
he introduced them to me one
summer at squirly's on queen
street west, the distance btwn
us: planets, galaxy, a streetcar
ii.
but this is here, now, no longer:
i'm not in love with you anymore
but these blips sometimes happen
glitch / an error / synapse / failure
iii.
i want to recall only relevant memories
that don't hurt or put me in places i don't
want to be and i want to experience love
another way - let traces of us disintegrate
iv.
the television above a corner booth is mute
on CNN. the only thing happening on earth is
in Haiti - an earthquake with thousands dead
i eat eggs.
- adp, 13 January 2010
