Written June 20, 2017
We bought pie at the late night place on Hastings.
After two in the morning.
Apple and lemon meringue.
Carried it home in containers.
Ate it on the bed with plastic forks.
Finished leftovers reading the Saturday papers.
Listening to Pagliaro.
Some Sing Some Dance.
I thought about when we were out on the street.
Outside the late night food stop.
How the lights shone around the signs.
I noticed the edge of the sidewalk
where it met the street.
Steps behind you.
And how I wasn’t alone.
by Wendy Stewart