incognito

i
-

and so i stepped up to her, ignoring
the mindless drivel the heart sang,
and i placed my order:
brunette, petite,
experienced lips; memory told me
her name was amelie, but then
i'd always liked that name,
hadn't i?

ii
--

the girl behind the counter -- not bad herself,
not bad at all -- smiled tiredly,
easily: "will that be for here
or to go?" she said, and dear god,
there was a mind manifesting itself
behind those painted eyes -- and of
course i said "to go" because i neither expected
nor desired to endure intelligence there,
and she looked at me with those sad eyes
and nodded like she understood.

iii
---

amelie (was that her name?) came down and
she smiled, too,
like she saw right through me,
and i was sure she knew
me then but maybe i didn't know her at all;
tried not to make a point of avoiding her eyes, took
her arm and ducked my head to the
necessarily nameless girl
standing behind the counter; avoided her
eyes too as my maybe-amelie, my incognito lady
led me through the door.