Saturday, July 23, 2005

valentine' s dinner

the words are carefully chosen, pleasingly placed
like the knives and forks, silver serving pieces, artfully
folded linen napkins. waterford goblets hold intentions
fresh flowers, arranged low enough for
pleasant spoken nothings. a table, set to be admired
but i look close and find spots of dried egg on the
knife edge and small black bugs hide in the pale green
leaves.

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