The Ugly Brunette

she holds her hair
at the back of her neck
and smiles through glasses.

she reads my poetry
to strangers
on a strange night.

I don't know her name
and I don't want to.
I just want to know her eyes.

be forever, I say.
be now, she says.
we agree.

disappear here,
me and her.
shining.

white shirt,
yellow bra,
nothing matters.

foolish,
feeling young,
leaving absurdities.

how long
is forever?
sometimes just one moment.