timing

small table in paris
were we sat
together
chatting while we waited
to become artists
to become writers
  drinking coffee from bowls by the gallon
  smoking gitanes
like would be film noir film stars
like would be
people

I remember you'd chosen to be
anais nin and I
unfortunately
as you would have seen it had chosen
bukowski

it's funny now
  the only difference was
  that our fucks didn't match

but it was everything
then