Conjured

  
5am coffee, fresh  
    
counter seats, and    
white notebook sheets    
partially scribbled doodles    
and half-written words    
   
reminiscent,    
she blurs her truths    
of past, of present- enmeshed    
into one specific un-space    
   
outside    
   
neon shapes light up    
flat paper building tops, and    
youthful screams conjuring  
clever chromatic accounts
of cityscape stories:    
the lights, the nightlife,    
the experience you love    
when you can afford to    
   
still    
   
she walks away, wakes    
   
for 5am coffee, and    
delayed story lines written    
on white notebook paper,    
in the spaces of truth, and    
   
for some other time.