i wanted to be everywhere at once

i could see she was in need
i was in need
hell
all of us are in need
she was going places
i could tell that right away
but the bookshelves were also intriguing
was she a writer
was that her house above
was she writing a poem on that iphone
heading to her job
waitressing near the movie studios
she knew
today was a similar day
same routine
same shitty manager
having her do things twice
to look busy
the trouble was
there were very few customers
and minimum wage won’t buy cheetoes
much less tequila worth drinking
i just watched for a bit
waited for the bus she was waiting for
observing
it was definitely not a poem she was swiping at
perhaps a dating app
if I could find which one
that one based on real-time location
i still wanted to be inside the apartment
with kurt vonnegut
and a cup of afternoon coffee
because
these poems
aren’t going to write themselves

4-9-24

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