palpitations

i want to jog, do the cardio

see you after

with my heart going --

     throb throb throb throb

and convince myself i was in love.

 

but i'd rather have my coffee fixed

by a veteran barista

venti, cappuccino

with my name "kat", misspelled

yet he would call out my name

perfectly

in sing song intonation

"one venti cappuccino for caaa-aaat!"

and i would go there,

get my cup

sip a bit

think of you

     throb throb throb throb

and convince myself i was in love.

 

it's funny how

my mobile phone rings

or beeps

     throb throb throb throb (in vibrate mode),

in the middle of the night

with a message

telling me

you missed me

and you want me right then,

right there

and i would.

yep, i would --

convince myself you were in love

 

my heart beating

(because it always does)

my head aching

(sometimes)

from convincing myself i was in love.

 

but really, i was not.

you were not.

 

it's the cardio, it's the cappuccino

with my sony ericcson in shhhhh!

at night

 

but who knows,

tomorrow

     i may be.

 

© 2008 Cat Ramos