May Poem by Hunter James

'Can't you feel the night? '
Expressionless, Sam crushes her cigarette with her thumb and middle finger before dropping it to her toes.
' The words in the breeze and the clink of glass? Why do you look so bored? Have you seen this too many times or never before? Can't you see the moon? Its so large and bright, what's a matter with you? '
Sam smiles, such an awful smile. She needs to work on that.
' Relax, I'm just a little tired. What in the world do you mean? '
Sam buries her hands in her blue rain jacket. Such stupid movements, I'm sick of her.
' You always got this stupid face on, like everything bores you. Close your eyes Sam, Jesus Christ just close your eyes and feel it? Can't you feel it? Listen Sam, listen to the muted music and untraceable chatter. Sam, c'mon.'
May faces my direction, she lights another cigarette with those frail hands. I'm sick of her, acting so frail all the time as if the wind were a threat. You'd almost believe it too, watching her light that stupid cigarette, the impulse one feels to lend a hand when Sam goes to light a smoke is ridiculous. No one should feel that way when watching someone light a freaking cigarette.
Her cigarette is lit, her lips part as if to speak. But she closes and drags a small draw of her cigarette. Thank god that cigarette is lit. Jesus, this nonchalance kills me.
' Sam, can you hear me? Do I bore you too Sam? '
' You do Adrian, you do bore me.'
' What's the matter Sam, do you want to go home? Look I'm sorry we can just go home and..'
' Shut up Adrian, I do feel the night. I feel each breeze of alphabet and clink of glass. I see the moon. The laughter the muffled music, I can see it, I feel it. And yes it bores me Adrian. Of course it bores me Adrian, what is it? What the is it? We're going out together like you wanted, what else do you want? Do you want me too skip down the road and shake hands with every eccentric that passes? Is that what you want? '
She turns away, takes a long drag of her feeble cigarette and smiles. The moon disappears behind a thin layer of cloud. The music diminishes, the glasses clinkless.
' So, where will we be eating tonight? '