Cosmic Latte Dream Girl
I skipped work to go to the movies with you. It wasn’t the movie I wanted to see, but you said you loved the book and the lead actor and I wanted to say I loved you. I couldn’t, though, so I asked if you were free on Friday.
The theatre was almost empty when we got there. Two other couples sat in the seats below us. We both loved the seats up high in the back - we never fought about that. We could have been the third couple, all even sets, but we weren’t dating anymore.
You leaned into my side and whispered plot points in my ear. I hadn’t read the book yet. I bought it, though, so you would love me. I longed to run my fingers through your hair, so coarse like coffee grounds.
I wanted to tell you that I wrote you poetry. I tried to say I am a poet in search of a muse / and you / a dreamer in search of a dream. The consequences weighed heavy on my tongue, and I left poetry to the stars. Instead, I told you I liked the movie and you said the book was better.
Maybe next time I’ll read the book first.
The theatre was almost empty when we got there. Two other couples sat in the seats below us. We both loved the seats up high in the back - we never fought about that. We could have been the third couple, all even sets, but we weren’t dating anymore.
You leaned into my side and whispered plot points in my ear. I hadn’t read the book yet. I bought it, though, so you would love me. I longed to run my fingers through your hair, so coarse like coffee grounds.
I wanted to tell you that I wrote you poetry. I tried to say I am a poet in search of a muse / and you / a dreamer in search of a dream. The consequences weighed heavy on my tongue, and I left poetry to the stars. Instead, I told you I liked the movie and you said the book was better.
Maybe next time I’ll read the book first.
Originally Published in Fjords Review Women's Edition