Situations ( how I talk ): drinks after class
I’m at a convenient store on West Bank
Dust blowing in the wind
on a partially torn up sidewalk,
At a convenient store on West Bank
I’m in line to get cigarettes,
With a friend,
And my contact falls to the floor
Blurry and shit,
I can’t see…
It’s on the ground,
Patting my shirt, do you see?
I gleam the phosphorescence of it in the dim florescent light,
On the dirty floor,
What those had tracked in,
I pick it up.
Ali’s behind the counter selling cigarettes
Big bright smile
Looks at me
Hey, do you have any…
He doesn’t have solution;
But he can help,
Standing there, palming the lens
I tell him to give me some Visine
I unbox it
I pop the top
With the ease of expertise
Sit at a table
Some people are eating,
They get up and leave
I’m putting my eyeballs in.
Wetted the crumby table,
then I could see.
I wiped up what I had spilt.
And put the bottle in my bag to leave.
Thank you sir rang aloud as bells on the door-
Happily no longer in discomfort,
Then I walked across the street to Palmer’s.