Sunday, February 16, 2014

Dinner For Two (A Poem)























Thank you, my dearest,
For the crowded restaurant lines
Of our second Valentines day,
Fake roses taped against
Ten-cent candy bars and
The spider crawl of the
Dark-skinned waitress wearing heels
(in a weird way, she was exotic),
the crying children at table ten and
thick food that tickled my chin.
The bathroom break of chipped-paint walls,
Muffled calls of the crowded exterior,
From the lone trail of tissue paper to
The sauce stains across
The polyester of my pink shirt,
And most of all the precise mix
Of chocolate and gelato
In Tiramisu that saturated my taste buds
So that for a moment I was Italian.


Written for a prompt at dVerse Poets.

9 comments:

  1. ha. it sounds like that last bite might have made it all worth it...i have been in some sketchy italian places that were amazing...there is this one in greensboro off a back alley...i cant remember the name but its like being transported back in time once you are inside.

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  2. Delicious! A very cool write - lots of texture and atmosphere, and taste. Yum.

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  3. Heh, heh, its all in the twists we put in our memories, and the sense of humor we keep even when things aren't "perfect!" As they say in Italian: "Continuare a sorrier!" (Keep smiling!)

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  4. I like the wry yet honest details, and the somehow - happy? - final line ~

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  5. Oh I guess Valentine is just the day to rip of customer... what a wonderful irony in your poem... hope that desert made up for it.

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  6. This made me smile. If nothing else, it sounds like a Valentine's Day to remember....but, yes, that dessert must have been the best!!

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  7. Oh tiramisu! Be still, my heart. Sounds like a cool second Valentines......

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