Muse and Stone

This poem, along with the previously posted "Steamed Bathroom Mirror" has been published in this year's Muse and Stone literary magazine based out of Waynesburg College (where I attend). I have a third poem appearing in this issue as well (which I will post separately in a moment).

Lunch Appointment

We met on a rainy Sunday at four o’clock.
She was a masochistic narcissist
eating at a Starbucks, across the street
from this old jalopy of a factory
instenched with the smell of stale
pepperoni calzones.

In our personality montage, mirrored
by derelict signs championing Rosie the Riveter
and obscure, usurped cigarettes – we sat
close to the railing of the café,
her bobbing toe… dustily painted
with an off turquoise color borrowed from Neptune.

I could tell she knew how to twirl spaghetti
by the Freudian antics of her thumb
wrapping around the little plastic sword
triumphantly implanted in her club sandwich.
Oh you calico kitten of Excalibur.

I’d like to love the thought of a dinner,
in a quiet, colder room, away from calzones
and a rainy sidewalk-street conglomerate.
But she left, and forgot to throw away her crusts.