Inter-races (or, the splitting of those of us who once had so damn much in common)

[anonymousname]

you were smoking a joint

and you said to me,

“hi.

you look like a yuppie.”

And I said

“let’s get coffee.”

So you pushed back my tongue and

swung your gauges at me

and put out your joint for

“the legal drug (like a yuppie)”

-it was the best I could do.

You shoved me and said

“what do you do now?”

I swung my gauges at you

and said

“I like parentheses.”

So you ordered it

black, but gave me the

cream, because that’s

how it had to be

since I almost have a degree

(in parentheses.)

(I swapped it for soy.)

I knew you wanted me to

dye my hair with whiskey and

sing/play/live/consume songs of

23,568 cigarettes ago.

You knew I wanted you go

EAT ORGANIC and

put on my flats and

read books about us

23,568 cigarettes ago.

So you argued in tongues of “The Prince” and

I argued in tongues of “The Little Prince”

and we spoke in broken song lyrics and battled tattoos.

We bit our lips until they bled,

and you spilled coffee on my boots.

When I finally saw you leave,

you were smoking a joint,

and you said to me

“i always knew you’d become a yuppie.”

(me too.)

I took the BART home and

You walked back to-

(where is it you live?)

and we deleted each other’s numbers
from our phones.