I am all the bells and whistles,

And everything for show.

Others say it’s superflous,

But I think that’s not so.

I soar far beyond the clouds

And pass above the trees.

I dive to hidden depths

In crevices beneath the seas.

I think if I had a colour

It would alter every day.

I am far too many things,

Which one? I cannot say.

I am the girl

sitting in the cafe

sipping a black coffee and

eating a scone

texting her lover

writing some poems

What you don’t know is

I am sitting so that I am not

across from anyone

so I don’t have to make

eye contact

What you don’t know is

I am drinking black coffee

to cut calories (lattes are

always better)

(but then again, you have to make

eye contact

with the barista...)

What you don’t know is

I am eating a scone because

I haven’t eaten in three days

and this one has blueberries in it

so it counts as fruit salad, right?

What you don’t know is

I am texting a guy

who could not care

less about me

and the less I describe

our relationship

the better off

everyone else will be

What you don’t know is

I am writing a series of poems

about a girl named Esther

and I am on part XXXIII

because I am in love with her

What you don’t know is

this

is

what

you

get

when you put a twenty-seven

year old

white girl

in a cafe.