Transcendent
By Jessica Carroll


He seeps in, quiet and skinny
drinking gin and smoking,
falls into the white leather couch
and consumes himself with TV.
She slides in beside him
nonchalant in her infatuation.
He looks at her, whispers "hey,"
then back to the TV.
She has a few drinks, relaxes,
stretches her legs over his lap.
He reaches over her,
sets down his drink,
rests his hand on her thigh
and smirks.