two girls sit side by side
in the coffee lounge at a table
cluttered with glasses streaked
with ice cream & rimmed with lipstick bows.
the girl with blue spectacles laughs then
looks away as the freckled blonde smiles & produces
a black & chrome mobile phone as
sleek as a mortician’s van.
i watch & listen to piped music
sad songs (you sing too much …
she opens the phone raises it
focuses blinks & clicks capturing
my soul.
I see myself in a diamond of light,
an old man sitting alone
with a piece of broken biscuit caught
between his teeth
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