The café customer mutters a body part and a man’s name
Plastic lids startle
the floor’s scuffed wood
A man comes in
A man goes out
A window captures
the one looking in
Head observes
bobs like an inanimate object’s head
on a spring
A man coming in
A man going out
A man wearing a shirt labeled by an adjective
describing the noun
sky
passes a man
wearing the same color shirt
My notice
changes nothing
A man inspects his reflection
carries carnations
in the bank window
red-tinged torches
at arm’s length
I do not understand why
A man goes
A man in a suit talks to himself
counts the money in his hand
A man lights a Wave cigarette
I can say goodbye
in every language and still
my nerves stretch
beyond their limit
when he leaves
A man comes in
A man goes out
and I hail a cab
to go where a woman goes
The where-to dogs
affixed to the cab’s dash
bob their heads
Nodding yes
shaking no
their heads bobbing
at every change of direction