Sunday, May 28, 2006

Special Sauce

the airport snack bar table bore coffee rings.
it rocked and bobbled like a dog’s head in the back window
of a Chevy.

she clung to it with her knees
lost her grip
kept losing her grip.

blink
blink blink
swallow

hamburger no fries
Coke

automat movements
lift the burger
lower the burger

blink
blink blink
swallow

no napkin
no straw
on her own

tears sliding down her cheeks
past her nose

blink
blink blink
swallow

5 comments:

  1. I feel so badly for her. Love the double meaning in the phrase "lost her grip".

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  2. Ooh, you must have been really really sick.

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  3. Wrong, RLP. It's not me.

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