visions are in what happens to be there
she was at the Seven-Eleven
just sitting on the curb

her head on her palm
her palm on her wrist
her wrist on her forearm

resting against
her thigh
wrapped in jeans so tight

she never looked up
or out
seemed to be in deep thought

flicked her cigarette ****
as I walked by
**** near hit my boot

I walked into the store
the big muscled
cashier behind the counter

said hello fairly nice
got my mud a big plastic cup
and my pecan spins

the only Little Debbies
known to not
cause diabetes

and a banana almost
green still
I gotta have some form of

fruits or vegetable
and walked outside
the waif

she was gone
and I thought
was she still deep

in thought
just imagining her
all cleaned up

fed bathed how might
we have gotten along
drove off

I am desperate
I guess
it took two hours

to get her out of
my head