I get off at 2

She fidgets

Pulling at hair

Already perfectly out of place

Across a room

Of tabletop mugs

Behind a bar pressing beans to dust

A portrait of Hepburn

On her skin in ink

Tells me she's 20 something

I can read in her eyes

She spells with each quick glance

A letter at a time

I am your heartbreak

Your one-time romance