,” I say, tilting my head
adjusting my earring,
you holding my coat and scarf
as if you are my servant,
laughing with eased waists,
as if we are sisters.
At the front desk,
you say, “go figure,” shrugging,
I nod, pay, tip, sun streaming,
warming everything it lights,
you disappear into the back office,
me into the street.
Poems from in between 
4 responses to “I say, tilting my head”
Thanks for sharing this. An interesting poem… Thanks.
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Thanks! And thanks for visiting my blog!
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I love the intimacy of this, the little peek and snippet of another life. This device of the closed quotes opening the poem…applause applause.
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Thank you. I was not sure how readers would respond to that opening. Thanks for indulging me!
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