Amaretto Morning

Coffee and skim milk foam and

cherry-almond liqueur, a bit of hair of the dog

swirl once, two sugars.

Curl up on the office couches-

brown plaid checked with maroon, heinous things-

sit and warm cold shoulders with early sunlit windowpanes

leaning in until we hear the glass creak in protest.

Trade vowels and consonants, Venice for Rome

stories about getting lost and getting found and

falling asleep at the symphony;

somebody find me an electric guitar, I mean really,

this is absurd.

Gossip about the pros and cons of

leather jackets versus button-downs:

One leaves you wanting more, one leaves you period.

The right side of fifty and the right side of twenty-one

cross invisible bridges at nine am

towards the white hot center.