December
2008
The Grand Opening of Poppy’s
THE GRAND OPENING OF POPPY’S
(A poem addressed to the reader)
It’s the grand opening of Poppy’s
beside Ray’s Cigar and Tobacco Café.
Streamers wrap people in
celebration as I watch from the warmth
of a coffee shop across the street.
Here, “Have yourself a very merry…”
drains from the corner perched speakers
and mixes with chattering conversations.
My coffee cup desperately wants refilled.
The window reflection
doubles the black canisters
and the red coffee bean poster behind me,
echoes possibilities.
An empty Ikea chair
sits cocked next to me,
tells me that in any relationship,
you would be sitting here.
Imaginary you fills the vacancy,
reminds me that it’s cold outside,
why I’m here
and not at the grand opening of Poppy’s
beside Ray’s Cigar and Tobacco Café.




















