Another re-invention

Chair at cafe regular at nine

And glasses perched on nose stuck in a laptop

Fingers alternating between words

And a short black five sugars (so it sits like solid)

The curious woman sipping alone

And rarely taking in the sights of people merging

Re-emerging from situations long and best forgotten

I can do this... shift my focus from rooftops

To mass table tops- from four beige walls one window

To colourful humanity promenading grandly

And exchanging loud crass greetings

Anything... I can do almost anything

So this self too vanishes into empty space

And comes back new

Devoid of having touched you

Or knowing you touched me too

I use the fuck word liberally these days

Perhaps making up for my damned innocence

Back when the word meant what it said

(Now it describes everything)

Tomorrow I will buy the laptop

Next day put on the glasses and the new persona

Should you pass by... maybe I won't look up

And miss your coming and your going-

"Fuck!" said it again despite my son's

Constant and curt admonishments

You have outlived so many selves hell

What's to say you won't exist in this one too

Most latest and most trendiest invention

Of the girl

(Who mourns the transience of a King)