Saturday morning, café
she’s 20 minutes late this time
and even the chairs mock him
one man adrift in a sea of couples
smells like coffee, eggs, and domestic bliss
and their weekend newspapers make him think
of delivering them
the bend - from the knees, Jim!
the feel of them
their heft in his rough hands
people used the classifieds then
now it’s online
and you never have to get your hands dirty
and they like that these days
but he liked the smell of ink and paper
to meet the occasional woman
once or twice it was a man
and he still did it
it didn’t mean anything
if anything, it made him feel
more legitimate, like a doctor
the fourth couple comes up
and asks it they can share his table maybe
no
11:48, and another text saying she’ll
be right there
he’s beginning to think
this 26 year old he met on the internet
and who wants him to spank her
just might not have her shit together