she was entertaining an ice cream cone
on the steps of the Sno Ball Café
Vanilla Royale and Chocolate Attack
I think it was
he ambled up, a goth Prince Charming
a knight of night
too cool to show
the slightest interest
or desire
he offered his standard, noncommittal phrases
real words left his mouth reluctantly
if at all
as if forced out
against their will
she sat, sated
turning for the moment
at the sound of a distant car alarm
then went on her way, unencumbered
she would not be imprisoned
in the wheel ruts of modern English
singing sighs about the blindness of guys
instead she chose
not to hear
like being deaf
but with none of the disadvantages