Animated

Animated

By Renée Masur

T the harbour the waves flirt
with my knees. Breeze finger-whips
hair from my face
blowing the eyelash
from my cheek.

—I wish
my friends were
still near. Instead
pocket mirror
checks my teeth
for food.

On Campus I squeal with the wasps
as they gossip with my apple core.
Coffee whispers hot secrets
to my lips,
speaks to empty hallways.
A stranger tucks
my tags,
an empty paper cup
finds my puns
unconvincing.

I walk to class alone—
only a camera
remembers how I like  to
take the stairs
two-by-two.