YOU LIKE YOUR COFFEE LIGHT AND SWEET
you said that you have a lot of
“spooky feelings”
the words bounced off my teeth
ORDERING GLENFIDDICH IN TEXAS
light another Marlboro
Japanese alt rock droning
forgetting the curvature of your lips
the sound of
your drunk Russian accent
it was a pretty thing
“ARE YOU HAPPY?”
I paused too long because
happy is a relative term
a forty of cheap beer
and a smoke filled living room
your coat under my arm
hanging on the chair
temporal because
it belongs to you
on the way home
a girl stood alone on the train platform
in a black cocktail dress
holding a bouquet of orchids
Zoe Contros Kearl is a Texan poet living in New York who loves the smell of Mrs. Meyer's Clean Day liquid dish soap.