Designated Doodler

I saw you once. At Starbucks. You were staring down at your phone, held tightly in your hand, as you waited for your coffee. And I all dressed in black, observed you behind sunglasses and mentally laughed at the situation. At the ease with which I could walk right up to you if I so desired. It would be fun to see your face. I imagined a dozen ways that you'd react, two dozen things you might say, three dozen ways you'd end the curt exchange in an attempt to get away. Or maybe you wouldn't run. Maybe you'd stay. I wonder what I myself might say. "Hi, nice to see you, it's been a while." I certainly wouldn't say that I've missed you. I'd probably remark on your appearance and make light of the situation. It would be fascinating to hear what you'd say about mine. Hair straight, an Estee Lauder face, the nicest purse I've ever owned, a sleek black trench coat that feels like silk to the touch, a chenille scarf loyally wrappe...

***I am so excited to announce that one of my recent poems is being published and advancing to the semi-final round of the National Amateur Poetry Competition! To celebrate, I thought I'd write a poem! Thank you for your continued support!*** Cat got your tongue? Your thoughts came undone You came here for fun But it's not what you found In this bar you can't hide behind a technological glow Your feet want to run But I've seen you, you're bound. We're in the same space Breathing the same air Nervous eyes stare at my wide open face And I issue the dare to say out in the open what you wrote in cyber space I don't think you can You're a child of a man Ill-equipped for reality Unprepared to run into me To summon the things you said And say them aloud And have them cataloged in my head The ground it feels like sinking sand You stare into molten brown eyes That contain neither hurt, anger or lust It's disconcerting what you don...