2003/12/16

blacking out in the patisserie

Hovering over the slick wood veneer, pen in
Quivering hand poised to sign a credit card slip
Packages exploding from out of bags
Handles cut into tender flesh
When I blacked out in the patisserie.
In that last moment before the vortex swirled up
Narrowed down and closed into pinpoints of light
I wondered
What do YOU write in cards to rock stars?
Is your handwriting spidery?
I was only wondering because
I bought chocolates for acquaintances today
And blacked out in the patisserie.

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