Al Fresco

I certainly wasn’t going to let that man
order for me as I sat alone at a table near the kitchen.
It’s not the aesthetics of the thing,
come on.
It’s the aesthetics of the come on.
It’s the time he took between the assault and the vichyssoise.
And I’m not that bored.

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