tomorrow is here

the girl with the chipped
tooth
and scar on her chin, unrelated
you wonder,
doesn't listen
as you ask for one scoop
of coffee ice cream,
one scoop of mint.
she gives you two
of each in a cup,
not the sugar cone
you asked for. she takes
your money
with the hand
that has a dagger tattooed
on her wrist.
she doesn't look at you,
she's looking
elsewhere,
to a place in her
life she's left behind,
not tomorrow.
tomorrow is here.