sprouting seed in  
false spring:  
chest flat  
hair back under  
a baseball cap  

the waitress bounces  
prey-like  
to my table  
she observes  
is there anything else  
I can do for you  
                                    ladies ?  

white winter wind  
cuts into  
everything  
green and my  
retreating eyes  
seed cannot  
survive  

she seems to  
slither away  
but no one  
else sees  
predator  
no one else  
freezes  

I choke on  
can I say I  
do not caged  
by attention  
accusations like  
being included  
I bury my  
self seen not  
as a  
                                lady ?