your stare

i steal a view
of you
across two
tables. how blue

is your jacket;
do i regret
not to set
myself bet-

ween your gaze?
do i amaze
myself, my craz-
y self with your face?

but your stare is
not on me, but on his
stupid, stubby piece
of french fries. eas-

y for you not to see
my spaghetti
unnoticed. me
and my jealous old me…

take a look
at me. you k-
ill me optically. do k-
iss me with your look.