surfaces

what she was
seeking
at four in the mornng
in the department
store
is really beyond
me
her hands
faintly
caressing the
painted metallic surfaces
of espresso machines
her eyes
sunken
staring blankly
forward
it was as
if
she way listening
for each machine
to give up its
secrets to
her

who knows
perhaps at four
in the morning
(under pressurized
fluros)
they are apt
to do that