Liz is...

by Liz

…eating the corner nubs of a day-old croissant.
…drinking expired orange juice.
…listening to Brandi Carlile at the café.
..."Time is tickin' on me / Alone is the last place I wanted to be."
…sucking Skippy from a silver spoon.
…lock and key.
…pensive.
…benevolently judgmental, if there ever were such a thing.
...accountable, if there ever was such a thing.
…hovering around her coffee cup as if it were a furnace.
…thinking about old friendships.
…licking her lips at the thought of an afternoon catnap.
…contemplating future cat names: Sugarfoot or Cat Power?
…listening to Eva Cassidy.
…listening.
…going to change her name to Rose. Not really.
…straddling an inferiority and a superiority complex.
…listening to U2.
…"If I could / I would / Let it go / Surrender / Dislocate”
...daydreaming. Waiting. Dislocating.
…wearing a $9 blouse.
…spilling drops of black coffee on her $9 blouse.
…listening to Laura Nyro. Moving on.
…increasingly fond of James Taylor.
…contemplating frankness (and its worth).
…sitting at 9:25am without a single customer.
…looking down at a plate full of fishfood; of croissant confetti.
…hoping he doesn’t come in with his girlfriend.