a woman came into the coffeeshop yesterday,
with the depressed boring mid-forties guy
who part-combs his hair on the right, which is supposed to indicate something about his personality:
we suspect he's a highly visual, musical, pictoral person, & feminine
and he has large wire-framed glasses,
and a nondescript buttondown shirt.
They always come in together
he pushes her wheelchair up to the counter, he stands behind her
she makes the difficult choice to order as she does always, an ice t,
maybe a stickybun.
He regards her impatiently, black coffee. They pay separately & sit at a table together & never speak.
I like to imagine that they are a couple
but that he didn't know what he was getting into,
she seemed so great at first. So uncomplicated
Or, or... they're both musical geniuses, but she was taking his spotlight
like in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?
and he ran her over with his car
and has to take care of her for the rest of their miserable lives.
But, she's probably his sister
and she lives in the samaritan home
and he takes her for a fucking ice t every monday
She was wearing shades yesterday,
sortof big black moviestar shades
and she always has on these athleticlooking gloves
so she doesn't get wheel-burn
& a thick black knee brace
on her thick doughknee
It was hard to make out her shirt,
smashed, as it was, beneath her breasts
and faded, she's had it awhile
but on it read
SARCASM (& in ornate script, the thesis) just one of my many talents
& I was like, o damn,
I guess they got me
