Tonight, I exchanged New York Café
For a bowl of noodles—
I’m not going out.
I count the sheeps,
Could I have found you there?
The lights are calling, or the lack of it.
The streets cut into two by half-neons;
Streaks and sparks melding with trance.
Inviting –
It must have seemed looking out the window
Except the shadows are closer.
Tonight, I exchanged stares
For a game of cards.
Queens –
Will you be looking back?
In Orosa, the sun is not celebrated –
It takes away the right of lovers
To be surprised.
Tonight, I exchanged love
For a cup of hot latte.
