Thursday, March 25, 2010
Sit at the counter or a bar,
cruise a drive-through in your car.
Short of that, make up a name
to give the hostess – something plain.
Request a table set for two;
they don’t need to know that you
are on your own, so just pretend
you’re waiting on a flaky friend.
Pull out a book or magazine,
some pages you can flip between
and gaze down at them pensively,
deflecting looks of sympathy.
Stir the ice cubes in your tea,
take bites alphabetically.
Apple, bacon, crouton, date –
what did I say? I’m sorry – wait -
Make believe you are a spy
or up to something on the sly;
check your watch, avert your eyes,
give curt and indistinct replies.
Act as if you’re on vacation
in some distant, pleasant nation
where you cannot comprehend
a single word that they extend.
Or maybe just get hammered first,
peel off that hunger with a thirst;
get too friendly, crass and strange –
let them feel awkward for a change.
Posted by joaquin carvel at 9:33 AM