your edge has softened.
your gums hurt.
you have no time to argue
politics
with the boys
outside the coffee shop.
it's cold out, too
cold to sit there
with your knees,
and listen.
you wished you had worn
a sweater under
this thin coat.
what about global
warming
a woman yells out
from behind her
latte mustache, pulling
up a chair with
her shivering poodle.
yes, you mumble,
feeling a breeze blow up
your pant leg, where
is it?
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