The Rolodex of these Past Years

The names of the waitresses

fill the rolodex in my head

its not the local paper,

the people who have bought a book

from my backpack,

filled with them

the teachers who have made me

into their pet

no, its the ocean

and the dishes

that kept me coming back

I think of the flatlands,

the bicycle i would get

with bells and a basket

how the important things come with me

how I can train my puppy

to sit in a basket

how there will always be more waitresses

and it makes me feel shitty

her name was lorraine

she brought me my coffee

and here i am,

using the past tense already

4 thoughts on “The Rolodex of these Past Years

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s