Tim Botta
Café Girls Gather Great Unfolded Forests
New Poems From the USA


Café girls gather great unfolded forests
of foreign newspapers, domestic, puzzles half-completed
in pen, small business how-to books that tower
on the tables, art hardcovers, lipstick-stained napkins
stuffed in ceramic mugs, swill, cinnamon
sticks, make yet another closing announcement,
nobody notices, not the software designers speaking Zen, Zone.