today my barista was adorable.
her hair was fire and her skin was ice.
she was bold, and cute, and
something of a hipster.
today i saw someone's cat on the side of the road.
it's head was bashed in and
as i drove past, i thought
i wanted to ask for her number
but i didn't know how.
i just sat and read and
didn't say a word to her.
i thought about the cat at the store.
how in its last few seconds of life
it may have been trying
to get back home. i bought bread.
my friend stopped to talk to someone.
a man in their group worked at the coffeeshop.
i wanted to ask about the barista but
my throat closed and i couldn't speak.
in the end, the cat
made no difference to me and
the girl is just another face i
couldn't put a name to.
and in the end, a cat
is just a cat, and
i need new
· Mon Jun 09, 2014 @ 05:43am · 0 Comments