Fries in a Mall

by Angelique Cridland

I sat on a steel bench
in a mall, munching on the
crunch of fries:
Notes from hand to hand
like a ball from foot to foot,
and bags fill up like porcelain
cups filled with filter coffee,
and their steam rises like the
temper of parents of children
in the game arcade. And nobody
hears anybody, and everyone
talks to anyone, and I
am sitting in the middle of a muddle.