At Café Ventana, I Daydream, Seeing…

by Mark Chmiel

Your hand the first to shoot up in Torts
You smiling serenely at the gunners

You checking off your To Do list with equanimity
You noticing the unjoie de vivre jaws of your friends, knowing, sooner of later, those dentist bills will come

You taking off two Thursdays evenings a month to read whatever George Eliot you feel like
You realizing, “Yes, I’m a law student, but I am 16 other Fernando Pessoa selves as well”