One day Literal and Figurative meet for coffee
They sit at a table near the stained wall
spattered with coffee though the latte swirls perfect

Scratched tables lead literal to launch into lacquer
all the while figurative listens disinterested
thinking about gentrification and signifiers

They both forget to savor the egg sandwich
the word pontificate swells in the mouth
like parachuting is only for the few

The vista the road-stop the view
How does one gain distance and presence?
Inherently schizophrenic to be and see at once