I See You

Mid-twenties
red hair
loitering
in the lobby of my work's building
all week
plaintively almost desperately
trumpeting
into your phone
at first I thought you
some lunatic
that wandered in
to use the outlet
but after days I wonder
are you here on business,
stranded after some elaborate catfish,
marooned following the collapse of a pyramid scheme,
or lost, perpetually roaming the banks of the Chicago river stopping into the only place
that tolerates you to charge your phone and bark at some unfortunate relative who you've bullied
into picking you up but who seemingly is running hours, even days late.
Who's to say. But I see you.