The woman sitting
at the adjacent table
has left and the bus boy hasn't noticed.
A fly
could land on
the skin of her milk.
Swirling my tea
The leaves swim
to meet and cling
to other debris
like the orange rind
previously stuck
to my teeth.
I’ve installed
a filter, so as to
preserve
their flavor.
I attended the funeral
of my high school girlfriend
the pathologist told me
there is leathery, plastic
skin
covering every organ
Inside her belly
were waxy
fetal fingers
almost born.
Café is closing
So I empty the contents
of my pocket
hoping the bus boy
will come for me.