Mimi

 
She steps off the bus, there's a case,
a cane, hair shorn, fashion on point,
her imagination is a wolven universe.
She uses a vaporizer on the walk,  
orders Tia,
saves me a seat,  
there's connection.
We spend the evening watching poets,
accepting our quirks,
marvelling in the willingness to be
our purest selves.