mornings become afternoons
become nights
two jobs I juggle
just so I can say
fresh money in my purse
for things I do/don't need
a mahogany umbrella stand
gorging bottles of beer
chest of drawers
from that vintage store
guy at the window
fancies a macchiato
any second now
whatshisname from the bank
loose tie yet again
will come in
expect an espresso
not in the mood
only thinking
about rent this month
some dude last night
clattered into me
a drunken haze of words
sticky kiss on my fringe
slapped him so he grabbed me
rectangular ****
migraine like Vesuvius
clean a table
know he's looking at me
turn around
hides behind the Times
latte latte latte
chuck it over some Asian’s lap
sorry about that
I'll get you another one
so not with it
all I can see
spread out as items
at a flea market
snow umbrella
rent ***
book kiss
milk orange
blood money
alone
coffee