They
linger,
still
play in the keys,
stick
to my fingers
with
marmalade.
I
sip coffee impulses,
snack
between words
that
spill to the desk,
litter
the lunchroom
in
crossword kisses.
I
wear my best
alphabet
outfit,
see
London, see France,
munch
and crunch
the
sultry dance,
the
sideways glance,
the
clickety-clack.
tk/December 2011
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image: Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art
