Frozen Food

I’m waiting for you
to find me this time
as I stand
by the frozen juices
I'm trying to pass time
looking preoccupied
is harder than it seems
I think of sex
or something consuming
other than my chilly friends
I try to wander
looking lost
which isn't hard
at this time
I search the magazines
for my new crush
"is he really sixteen?"
they wonder
I should care
but his eyes
still cry "sorrow"
or some sad word
that attracts me every time
those dark and brooding boys
I can't get over
are you looking
I can't give in
I always do
you look at nail polish
or lipstick
anything but me
oh well, I should care
but I want to say goodnight
with the porch light on
and you see me off
without a sigh
you look just like me
my green coat from behind
some things are just better
if you never take them home
sleep peacefully
in your lover's arms
I leave alone every time

10-2-96