Runcible Spoon

poetry and prose webzine

Poetry Prose Submissions Contributors Home heart logo Privacy Notice Links Mark J Mitchell

Café Scene

 

A naked table lit by coffee cups—

Lipstick kissed, half-empty. Lovers left

a half-hour ago. She’ll need to pick up

that naked spoon, licked by coffee. Cups

can wait, she thinks, seeing bodies erupt

in another room, wishing them joy and depth,

a night table littered with empty cups,

just kissed lipstick. Sweeps the tip lovers left.