Coffee At Ihop With A Bipolar Poem by Cosi Celeste
Coffee At Ihop With A Bipolar
I called you to meet me
It's been more than a year.
You talked without noticing me across the table.
My car's in the shop...
My mom's feeling better...
It's because of entropy...
The war in Iraq...
It's Christmas and New Year's...
Did I bring my house key and cell phone?
Business is good...
Target versus Wal-Mart...
Iconic and Doric...
There's no end to cloning...
I need shampoo...
Good and evil...
And on it went for fifteen minutes,
I left wondering, if you knew I'd been there at all.
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I had this same experience at least twice in the past month. Thanks for writing it down.
i've been on both sides of this conversation, and more times on your side in my writing. this is a nice slice of not in the present
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4/25/2024 6:01:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
we see things in similar ways...Like nat I have been on both sides of this conversation but you verbage/analogy is very...familiar