Starbucks

2135 Queen Anne Avenue North
March 29, 1996

My new black cat eyeglasses
look like my mom's from the early Sixties.
They're as black as my dad's eyebrows;
a shade darker than mine.

I bought them to look artistic and poetic
like the forest green color of a still life painting;
fresh herbs on an organic salad;
a jazz singer before stardom;
the smooth last line of a short poem.

Yet, as I look at my reflection
I think of borrowed cars parked during Sunday matinees;
hot fudge sundaes from New Jersey diners;
fast food take-outs before Fourth of July fireworks;
a nerdy, intelligent, feminist making a fashion statement;
the smooth last line of a poem.