thank you (& tales of a nude man)
we part at the coffee shop
diverging again into our separate lives
turning i say "i love you"
& later you send a message:
"thank you for saying 'i love you'"
many months pass
november to november to november
i slip off my clothes
& sit there
and no one comes
& like the present
i am not in it
& i have the mirror to prove it