sweet potato fries (a poem)

she ordered sweet potato fries

to share with her lover

how hard had she tried

to find beauty in another

whilst im alone in my room

disc spinning images

like the thoughts that bloom

become lost in the scrimmage

the dregs in the can leave residual

smells of woe, plaguing my bed

replaying the sweet visual

through the pounding of my head

the door encloses something frightful

a girl that's lost her way.

she strains to remain hopeful

but loses to the aroma of dismay. 

another can i'll open

not daring to face the mirror

to see me looking, unspoken,

to all of she is the bearer.

she ordered sweet potato fries

i thought i'd seen her before.

into the can the mirror-girl cries

her hopes seeping into the floor.