PlatonicA Poem by JRShe says, we should make this platonic and I say, that’s fine, that’s fine so I take her to Denny’s and we sit in a little booth with padded plastic seats patched with electrical tape, peeling ancient and thin and we dine on slightly-burned coffee thick yellow eggs instead of the past waiters in linens, silver ornaments rich wines and bleeding prime rib, I watch the cotton waiter watching us and the gaggle of teenagers doing stupid teenage s**t and the homeless drunks cutting salt into lines at the counter and the girls with their giggling hopeless blues and greens and browns and the cops with suspicious sidearm side-eye, hey boy, what you doin? and the din becomes a mumble I can feel her disapproval on my cheek the weight of her frown and she says, you know, this isn’t what I had in mind and I say, babe, I think this is what platonic boils down to… peeled electrical tape bad coffee
but thick, yellow eggs. © 2020 JR |
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1 Review Added on May 8, 2020 Last Updated on May 8, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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