Scrap Writing (from a notebook I found)

The college advisor
wore glasses
pink plastic with
hello kitty in the corner

Her lips were pinched
as if in thought

She didn't seek eye contact
preferring instead
the comfort of her
computer screen

"So," She said quietly

I sat in a beige chair
canvas and metal supports
It was identical
to the one next to it

except this one
lacked arm rests

My hands sat
uncomfortably
in my lap

"What do you see
in your future?"

Her fingers were poised
hovering over the keys
I cleared my throat

tried to lean back
but the chair was
not accommodating

"I'm going to be a writer"
I said

The clock ticked
ticked
ticked

"So," She said quietly

Her fingers began to move
words were entered
out of sight

"English then?"

Random Poem, 2008

Found this in my archives, Enjoy:

I think I spilled my coffee on your seat.
I was going to offer to clean it
all up, but
You had already driven off, and
I'm not sure I will ever see you again.
If you ever change your mind
I will have the cleanser ready.
With a little scrubbing
and love
I could truly make it shine.