By Gala
Date: 14 October 2000
Brunch Date
Where the hell is my blouse?
Heels?
omigod----this looks like
I beat up a bag lady for it---
eyes to the clock---ten minutes?
Living room looks like an insurance ad
about natural disaster.
The coddled eggs are closer to curdled.
The orange juice for the mimosas
is puddling on my kitchen floor
and the muffins are ready
because the smoke detector
just went off
and will simply will not discuss hair---
Okay------
I'll do the makeup thing----
OWWWWWWWW. Mascara in eye
which now is red and teary
and this seemed like such a good idea---
a leisurely brunch for you,
reading the Sunday paper together
to show you that I was capable
of a conversation,
insights,
and a sentence that did not include
"take me before I die",
or other incoherencies.
The doorbell?
God, please kill me this instant---
oh....Hi.....
Sorry the place is------what do you mean comfortable?
The meal is a bit of a---what's that?
A picnic hamper?
You brought brunch?
Well I'll just go get present---
oh........
mmmmmmm.......
ahh......omigod.....
Beautiful? Me?
That's it sir----
right here, right now------
oh god.......
take me before I die...
we'll talk about the economy over dinner.
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