he crossed a boundary, sturdy chest pressed
by a thin pale finger, slightly bent.
plastic ring, the sparkling pink
invites a smirk to dance—
trivial moments upset this dry face.
composing some song, uneven tempo
awkwardly mocking mixed signals perceived.
she lost her page, calendar torn
and no one provides the correct date—
three weeks late, stalled at another bus stop.
deadline on a yellow slip, facetious detention
with which he threatens between brittle walls.
years of honest warnings, clipped and tucked
into striped inner pockets of her favorite purse—
color at its fullest, emptiness unchanged.
nothing left to do, shaking her head
as he grabs a busted pen, numbers discounted.