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CoffeeSharp edges dulled as the sky opened up and poured forth an ocean,
Steel and glass turned hazy,
the smell of wet, hot black-top,
and exhaust fumes.
A corner coffee-shop
that brought me to thoughts of the parallels and perpendiculars,
of life "on the grid"
and all those one-way streets.
Burnt coffee drowned in sugar.
Cardboard cups with cute sayings,
and I cant help but wonder who got paid for the pretty font
displayed all around the world.
You smell like the rain as you brush wet hair out of your eyes, cursing
and I can only smile and look away,
to the lightning reflecting off the endless glass towers,
to the old man who will soon be hurried off the doorstep into the rain.
I can read it in his eyes.
You slide a cup across the table toward me, and my hands hover around it,
wanting just the taste of warmth, the barest of sensation,
not the smooth texture, so easily broken, destined for another landfill.
I look up at you through my eyelashes and a broken smile,
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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