not always,
your mouth leaves first.
I speak to you as if you are
a vessel for a later you.
I tell you about my day—
how a woman gave me
coffee free because
I didn’t have change—
you pick at a plate
then leave it to dry.
lips desolate. I tell you
open, chew, push.
later, you do. food
straight from the fridge
where I saved it. later,
you might take a bath.
your eyes leave last.
you don’t notice I did
my hair different. later,
you remember, you say
that was nice
of the coffeeshop woman.
I pour myself
into a glass for you.
later, you drink it.