It’s not feasible
I hear a man say
to the woman across the table.

Her eyes look sad,
and I wonder
if her cup is full,
and whether she got chai
or a latte, or black coffee,

and does she like
too much sugar?
Does she tell the man
she likes sugar? Four spoonfuls
or more.
And if she does say,
if she does, is it a lie? Does she lie?

Once again, once again
I’m using the life of someone else
to tell my own story.