if i call you up from the sidewalk a couple blocks away & say Hey let's go have coffee, it is not what it pretends to be, it is a complex but easily-read social formula.
i don't need caffeine neither do you.
you are my best friend & i am down the street from you & i haven't seen you in a week & you can smell the coffeeplace practically from your new apartment.
it is a thing to say. it is a hand reaching out that you look at blankly.
that you turn away from.
it is the hand i hold up to my face as i walk the rest of the way home trying not to cry for the sake of the joggers coming at me down the sidewalk in the opposite direction, toward your apartment.
