Monday, 28 April 2014

SWEET LITTLE LIES



You buy cupcakes with your cappuccino
and the barista asks after your love life.

You play dumb and ask after his
(you overheard him and his friend -
the coffee drinker before you -
discussing how she played him).

He breaks it down scene by scene -
(how he went to her birthday and
bought her Millie's Cookies
and everything
but then she never bothered
to show up to his
after he took her out to lunch
and paid
and everything).

And then he turns to you
till rung up, and chatting
about the single scene

as though I might be prowling
and buying cupcakes,
in exchange for dates,
might just be my thing.

I deflect, and pick my way
over to a solitary table
and scald my tongue on the first
bitter sip
before the chocolate lacing soothes it.

What if I told him the reason I was single?
That my body was a battlefield
and my flesh destined for needles
and my eyes a network of scar tissue
and how pain can become the glue?

But later, when two girls come by
and I hear them giggling together

I trace the tip of vanilla butterfly wings
and drench my tongue in lemon curd
and let the chocolate orange sing to me

and be glad the only thing he heard
was that I was free.

The single poet, contemplating lyrics...

Dog on a Sofa via Magpie Tales 

5 comments:

Helena said...

Looks like the cupcakes aren't the only things that are crafty!

Enjoyed this - even if it's left me a little peckish!

Berowne said...

Beautifully written, and quite poignant...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

YES! Love that closing line........you are also a radiant being, never forget that! Any suitor would be darned lucky to have you look his way!But the one at the coffee shop - not nearly good enough for our girl.

Sue said...

Well done, and I love the caption beneath the prompt, too.


=)

Carrie Van Horn said...

An intense and beautiful write....love your blog Shaista!

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