No1: HYPOTHETICAL LOVE LETTER REGARDING BAGELS

PHOTO BY SHELBY EDISON

SHELBY EDISON

my love,

tomorrow morning at sunrise

you’ll find me waiting on a park bench

with a few crumpled dollar bills

and we’ll walk down broadway

talking about our dreams

and what they foreshadow,

the flood of sirens at two fifteen am

at the hospital across the street,

and the used books we bought

at that bookstore a few blocks away.

then we’ll arrive at the bagel shop

and i’ll laugh when you ask

if they have lattes and end up settling

for a ginormous cup of black coffee.

i’ll pay for our bagels and listen

as you explain the plot of that show you’re watching

in between bites of cinnamon raisin

and cream cheese.

and we’ll walk up broadway hand in hand

to the sounds of bagels boiling

and the city waking up.