the abridged edition
it was less than a week after we finally broke up.
i was sweating on my bike,
stopped at a red light.
she walked across the road
right in front of me carrying a
bottle of organic cloudy apple juice
that was as oblivious to me as she was.
i followed her with my eyes for a moment as she passed,
then went back to my stubborn red light,
and just then it was like we’d never spoken a single word to one another,
as if our bodies had never once euphorically melted together,
as if we had always remained the strangers
we were now becoming again.
