 7 Mar 2006 @ 10:18
Less than a year ago...
Less than a year ago
We were brimming
With concupiscent phrases.
In bright, sun-lit rooms
Riddled with holes,
We cradled our drinks
Lovingly in our hands
As we chewed on
Scrags of trivia—
Stuffing them into our mouths
Like tender meatballs
Why then—
Today as we sit face to face
In this fancy restaurant
Under the surreal flood
Of purblind lights;
With our feet poised and
Pointed towards glazed doors
And the shadows disrobing beyond
—Do we sneak furtive glances
Over our stiff shoulders
Mouthing nothing but silences?
S.B.
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