Friday, December 2, 2011

Dinner for One

It would be so much easier to just make my own lunch.
A source less sadness prevents it.
So strong a force, it puts me on display for the world.

At my table for one, I conjure many stories for the other diners.
I am waiting for someone.
I am on a layover.
I am on lunch from work.

I am as lonely as I am lazy.

When I get home, I'll clean the kitchen.

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