Quantum Leap

self-help gurus

offer you a formula

to create your world

from mind

not clouded

by past wounds

you're not sure

if you’re ready

to imbibe the potion

your narcissistic self

more than half-out

wants a bandage

and a world

centered exclusively

on you

in the paneled restaurant

over conversation

over drinks

love in

the dim yellow air

you’re hungry for the

dinner coming

she's

smiling

touches

your hand

you imagine

where you

might end up

when the wine

is done

unclear

if you are

splitting

the bill