he was like Japanese anime
from the 90’s: he made her
melancholy in 2019,
her knees pressed up against the computer screen,
the little people smiling blandly
into their porclein coffee-mugs.
she was wearing white-blue jeans, her
eyelashes were bleached,
and the traffic went by slowly and silently:
there is a parade of cars and the only sound is the boy putting
down his coffee-mug and wiping his
hands against his hand-drawn forehead.
‘you are like something like this.’ she said.
‘you are making me
miss what i never had.’
(the curtain lines of the sky crowd carefully into the sun;
the people are happy).