Librarian on Break
As you sit
hidden--like a mannequin,
skin dyed
a realistic shade of skin,
eyes midnight blue
silhouettes, with crooked strawberry lips--
the fumes of French vanilla
espresso, a nebula
in search of a nose,
dissipates to orbit the earth
into the nostrils of stars
forty-six light years away
from the chair
where your body has been
propped
for the past
ten minutes.
The 2River View, 3_1 (Fall 1998)