On the first Friday of each month

she walks into the coffee house and

orders the same thing. Pineapple cider.

It’s 6 bucks. She always tips.

Then she goes into the

adjacent room where the

poetry reading is about

to start.

 

I heard her once. Poems

mostly about her kid. I went to school with her

daughter so I thought they were funny.

And maybe a little sad.

 

Just like her.