Subsequently

meet me 
at the Greenlight Bookstore,
in Fort Greene,
we'll hold hands, browse, 
and pretend nothing happened.

nada,
certainly
not the five years, 
and the everything-else. 

then,
we (I) think, 
let's open up a bookstore,
somewhere far, far away. 

Kansas.
Kentucky.
Portland.
I'm in, if you are.