I was once
     - oh where was I?
maybe Canada
Sitting in a café
waiting for a chance to drop
for me to take turns
    with my fate
    on rulling my life

Destiny would say "You wait on too much"
I would answer "I don't think my life has begun yet" -
and I would sip weird muddy orange juice
made in a filthy side-of-the-road bar -- or would
I drink overpriced Starbucks coffee thinking
this was the chance of engaging in something important
of which I could later do storytelling

    There were then two round arrows each one poiting
                                       to whence the other came

I still had no idea I was living yet,
gathering a repertoire of stories
I would later narrate in poems
                        (lousy ones, too)

And I remember this particular guy and how
he smelled to me like
too much perfume but it was
perfect and made me want to
                   float above
                     his neck
kissing here
and there
until