Heartmatters hazardous to one’s health

Written by Carmen X, @animagebook, our poetry writer, and edited by Lilah, @lilahwilliamss, one of our editors!

She swung by the store he worked at the one time. He

stopped by hers too often.

They traded polite manners

and other niceties.

It perhaps was not appropriate

to broach the topic

of a coffee

sometime

possibly

maybe

while the other was still on the clock,

or so he deemed on his own.

How she perceived it no one

would have known unless one asked.

And but so nothing

happened, or

nothing continued

happening, rather.

And yet in the words of a

post-GMN GMN

–cheers irregardless–

it was

Certainly the End of

Something or Other,

One Would Sort of Have to Think.