four japanese girls go silent
& stare as you walk past.
& stare as you walk past.
i smile to myself, even though
i'm not sure you ever had that effect on me.
for an hour or more
i fling my notes around & scribble
on lined paper.
your eyes are a piece
of magazine trivia.
i step outside to leave & see you there.
on the stool where you perched when you first looked at me
a fortnight ago.
leaning over you
while stroking your face
is a japanese girl with hair
like farrah fawcett.