I sit right here at the bar sipping my drink
I wait
wait for you to meet me at the bar then to the movies

where we will lay out and stretch ourselves out in celluloid
and our waist will buckle under the corn and brown sugar water

walk home and talk about our days his filled with customers
who wouldn’t consume bruised frozen corn or the tomatoes you touched

the milk goes bad and chickens won’t egg and
my friend tells me dangling-participles are what old men do to girls in the park
my time
filled with dreams of students freebasing comma splices and mainlining fragments
the rest O.D. on run-ons
They smile but doesn’t help