by Shaun Terry
“Iced water, cool water, or warm water?!
Her eyes like laminated fruits, giant,
punctuating all the elongated bones
that formed, now, the fifteenth letter.
Her gaze skimmed over each rafter,
so to extend her point.
The stranger, sweating beneath
short, thin sleeves,
her plush, warm sweater of
finest, thickest, most tightly-woven cotton,
its uniform black and white stripes
the monochromatic, elegant
silken jogging shorts.
The stranger smirked,
his blackberry sage tea.