Barrier
A Poem by Megan
I can feel your eyes
on the back of my neck
following the green apron strings
down my spine until
the counter blocks your view.
I turn my head between
orders to find you
scurrying like a scared
mouse that just stole
the tiniest piece of cheese.
The crowd diminishes
so I walk to the back
to fix your popped collar.
You turn the brightest shade
of red and your skin
crawls off the bone.
We smile at one another
and I walk away.
The tension is noticeable
to all our coworkers
but I don’t care.
You’re my
Costa Rican dishwasher
and I only wish
you could speak to me.
© 2008 Megan
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Added on May 21, 2008
Last Updated on May 21, 2008
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I'm full of all kind of emotions and I like to write about then when I can, even if it comes out totally wrong. I get my inspiration from friends and family and all the crazy situations I've been in. .. more..
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