Words Heard Outside the Library

I was just thinking about you
Mr. One Eye.
Don't tell me you were thinking
about me it's
creepy and not in a good way.

I was thinking about your girl
I hurried out
of the parking lot not wishing
to hear more than
I was blessed to be cursed with.

They speak in familiar strangness
while the homeless man
sleeps in the midafternoon sun.
I walk past scared of
what failures tonight will bring me.