Sonnets From Other Lives: She, Him & Her

Word was she worked at Treez—the coffee shop—
a barista forchrissakes—wouldn’t you know.
He gets that charm thing going—doesn’t stop—
they get confused & think he cares. Sometimes she goes
by the shop & watches her at work.
He’d like her trendy glasses. And the boobs.
He’d have her at the second impish smirk.
(She knew all too well what he could do)
She won’t go in—peers through the window—doesn’t linger—
just gathers in the character & setting.
The narrative will bleed out of her fingers
& spill onto the keyboard. She’s regretting
less & less the pain of the affair
with the discovery that there is art in there.