interloper's picture

They filter in separately,

Discussing themselves and eachother.

I donate some electrons.

Wait for it.

The sound of two

Narcissists colliding.


jrlewis's picture

Is there a series here?

I really enjoy reading your people watching poems, both this one and the one about sitting at the mall.  I'm wondering if you might not expland this idea into a series.  Each poem a different place with different people?  

alesnick's picture

I really like, "Wait for it."

I really like, "Wait for it."  Why?  I like how it addresses someone outside the poem?  I like the shift from description to imperative, the quickening tempo, the economy.  Like there is no more time to say it.

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