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By Misti Date: 2001 Dec 04 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.04.00.28.5262]] |
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"Give me eggs of an hour, bread of a day, wine of a year, and a friend of thirty years." ~Italian proverb our Olive Garden conversations lack luster I drink two free glasses of house white looking at the pictures on the wall boring my brother with my pretense as I live our life like fiction that sits on the shelf and never sells even at drastically reduced prices I tell you I'm turning into syrup but it's not contagious you scrawl anagrams on the tablecloth I remind you we're not at Chuck E. Cheese's my brother looks vacant and I don't bother knocking even though I love him and his pain tears at me I know what it is to be outside the conversation scrambling for clues but I pretend to be indifferent as I speak of riding an Agatha Christie kind of train through misty moonlit moors laughing with mysterious well-dressed witty wealthy detectives liars fantasy junkies who just can't kick it the waitress brings more bread and I love her German accent and I wish I had her strength I don't think she's ever been wistful I think she found some ground and stood it I want to emulate the waitress stay in place and fight guard my patch of what is cuddle up with the familiar blanket toss the embroidered one that itches and never kept me warm to reside outside this desperation in a simple sunlit plaza with an honest face across the table would be enough I think. |