I met her at a cafe
she was on a common wall
out of many one
from behind the counter, standing tall.
 
She grew impatient quickly
and asked me if I own my home.
 
No, I’m renting; I’d retort
what business was it of hers: I thought
that’s personal – for me to know
and me to know alone.
 
That’s good; came her reply
why; I said aloud
‘cos if you were purchasing
your own home
you’d never decide which one to buy.
 
make your mind up – prey, decide –
If it hadn’t been so hot
I’d have thrown the latte she gave me in her face –
yet as I took it from her,
I was scalded... by the cup.

Published by Owen Tilley