I just moved my chair
from the computer
over a pile of backpacks
three feet from the coffee table

she rounds the corner of the counter
comes through the door
sees me
and backs out

Jumping over the couch
they grab her by the shoulder
and guide her in

I pick up my chair
move it over the bags,
back to the computer
and sit, facing away

she pulls her hat over her eyes
leans against the couch arm
and looks the other way

nothing is said about us
or to us
we're just there

compromising is **** near impossible
when comprising with the **** near forgotten




©Brandon Webb
2012