There it is,
my schmaltzy title,
but it might be because,
I overcooked,
my eggs this morning,
but I cannot find the tears,
in the words,
so I sit here,
annoyed and bloated,
thinking instead,
about stuffing my face,
with sushi,
making smart choices, and
not so smart choices,
one more plate, right?
and all of you,
sitting in the booth with me,
when I see our crooked faces,
instead of feeling warmth inside,
which might be gas at this point,
as I woke up last night,
and grabbed the chips from the cupboard,
-smart choices
I keep,
wondering,
how is it a restaurant runs,
out of cheap white wine,
on a Monday evening,
when I should be hugging,
you with phrases about
how awesome community is,
friends, blah, blah, blah, blah,
blame the eggs,
but I just can't seem to find the right words,
to say,
pass the soy sauce, please.
No comments:
Post a Comment