Diner

Thu, 11 Jun 1998 07:32:43 CDT

as soft cloth slides across gleaming formica and
chrome carrying away crumbs
are you done with that? no not yet
but he's not wishing her to know-
I want every last morsel every last drop
before you bring me my check I want to stretch this moment-
as he watches her move her hip sway carrying away his last
hope of finding the word to say before he moves to the door

Diz S.O.C.
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